As I watch Laura Calder…

My Day Goes By and the Leaves Grow…

I’m feeling relaxed and happy and satiated. Very full and content. None of the things happening in my life, none of the projects I have half-finished, none of the mean people, none if it worries me as I sit at my teeny tiny kitchen table and write this blog. My dreams of being a food writer/chef are simmering in the background as I make terrible food puns. I don’t even care right now about the fact that that probably wasn’t even a pun. I don’t know…
This relaxed, peaceful feeling is probably coming from my dinner because earlier today I was worrying about whether a decision to go shop for much-needed new jeans was a foolish one or not. I purhased some really cute items that I think I will actually wear, but it was a LOT of money that I should’ve saved for more important purchases. Like my plane ticket to my college roommate’s wedding in May, or my gas for my trip home for Easter (to be fair, I hadn’t planned on heading home at all over spring break), or even just for groceries for next month. Monetary concerns are fairly important when you’re living on loans…But I’m pretty confident that I’m going to get hired somewhere quite soon. So the clothes were necessary so I don’t feel gross wearing the same pair of jeans every day. Because, yeah, I was there. All my other jeans were flare-bottoms or ripped in the crotch and cut up into shorts. So I’m set for summer’s heat, but not so much for winter and spring’s cold.

As I sit here now, I think about the episode of French Food at Home that I just watched: “Slow Food“. I love themes like that because well, who wants to eat McDonald’s on a daily basis? Or even Mac ‘N’ Cheese or what have you. NOT ME! I like to cook, regardless of the time it takes. I know what’s going into my meals, and I can decide how healthy or unhealthy I make each part of my dinner. I still crave pizza or a McDouble once in a while, but it feels more like fast food used to be: a treat! I remember my mom used to tell me that when she was a kid, McDonald’s was a mini-roadtrip! Of course that’s probably because distances and times are radically different to a child than they are to an adult, but she just meant that it was a once-in-a-blue-moon type of treat. And why wouldn’t it be, when my grandmother is such a great cook…I wonder sometimes if my Omi (that’s grandma in German) always had a knack for meats and vegetables…

My delectable dinner was just fried chicken legs with milk gravy and some grilled vegetables. But it was goooooooooood! I think the chicken leg made all the difference: they’re much juicer at the end of cooking than chicken breasts tend to be. Also, I didn’t worry about them being fully cooked, (though they were, don’t worry) so they came out perfectly done instead of dry and overcooked. I’m having good luck with chicken legs. I just fried it in coconut oil then finished it by baking it for ~20 minutes in a 375-degree oven. The gravy was a flour fried in butter then add seasoned milk (cayenne pepper, chili powder, salt, black pepper) til the right consistency is achieved type of deal. So pretty simple, but awesome-tasting.fried Drumstick, grilled vegetable medley IMG_0427
The vegetables were the real miracle of dinner. I had some leeks in the refrigerator that I was worried might go bad soon, so I sliced them up into long strips and then did the same to a bit of white onion. Starting with some of the coconut oil I’d fried the chicken in, I fried the onions, the the asparagus I’d cut into small pieces. Then to top off the ensemble, I put in some grape tomatoes at the end just to warm them up a bit, really. I salted, peppered, plated, photographed.
Oh boy, did I ever enjoy!

Just as an aside…Can I mention how foolish my chef’s uniform du jour was for frying chicken:

what was I thinkin?
what was I thinkin? Originally my outfit did NOT include my apron…

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