Last night I made chicken in spinach gravy for the first time in ages. The hard part is factoring the time for marinating the chicken in yogurt and spices. The recipe came from Indian Every Day by Anjum Anad, a native of England who lost a crap ton of weight by modifying her mum’s recipes to reduce the fat. I’ve only had one dish go wrong. I love the book and the recipes. Pretty easy to follow.
We went to lunch with our neighbors on Saturday. When in doubt, salad with grilled chicken and dressing on the side. Pretty good. Not too many points. Requested that the bacon be held. No cheese would have been too austere.
Hubby will likely be returning to his mom’s house to finish the outside before the weather goes to poop. Before that, we’re going to the Stronghold Olde English Faire in Oregon, IL this weekend. It’s small, doable in a half-day, but still just enough to boost me through until Bristol Ren Faire opens next July. Last year, I was the volunteer from the audience who stood on stage while two nice looking men read poetry from the Elizabethan era and today to me.
I hope this year is as magical.