And it turned out good. I made some chicken leg quarters flavored with an apple-ginger compote (or, rather, some of Miss Chef's applesauce mixed with ginger and a little salt), garlic roasted potatoes and broccoli with cheese on it. The chicken browned up beautifully, as did the potatoes, and the bright green and yellow on the rest of the plate was a nice counterpoint.
It looked amazing--at least, for me--and I wanted to take a picture of it, to show that I can cook almost as well as Miss Chef, when the stars are properly aligned (and to show Alix I can eat my vegetables!) But after searching high and low throughout the house twice, I couldn't find the camera anywhere. How frustrating! I considered trying the scanner, but decided the ensuing mess wouldn't really be worth it.
So I had to make the sacrifice, and sit down to dinner without preserving for eternity my chef d'œuvre. And let me tell you, it tasted as good as it looked. Too bad I couldn't share it with you. The apple-ginger infused the meat even better than I'd hoped, I finally seasoned the potatoes enough to make them irresistable, and there sure was a lot of cheese on that broccoli.
As it turns out, Miss Chef had taken the camera with her to the goat farm on Monday, and never quite got it back into the house. Figures. I guess that just means that I'll have to try to cook another fantabulous meal for myself, and make sure the camera's around when I do it. The picture I used to head this post isn't even the aftermath of my small triumph; I took that after one of Miss Chef's delectable repasts.
I was going to leave you with some more flower pictures, but guess what? I still can't find the camera.
SOMEbody's gonna be in trouble...