Enough on the personal fronts, as for my awesome cooking skills: bourbon chicken. Just like the mall, except better because it takes about 40 minutes to make. See? Much better. I actually got a picture because some friends came over to eat it. So I present to you my dinner (that I didn't eat).
And yes, that is good short grained rice that is sticky and delicious. The recipe was a mishmash of about 5 others on the web but it does involve a cup of bourbon whiskey so be prepared to drink the rest of your whiskey afterward. Last night I came home to a sick, stuffed-up Tad so I made from scratch matzo ball soup with the left over chicken. I added a little lemon and ginger to it to make it a more invalid meal but he said it was delicious. It looks amazing, I must say. I also finally bought Tad's charger just yesterday for his phone. Took me a while I must admit but there it is, done.
Here's the recipe for my bourbon chicken:
- 2 lbs chicken breast, skinless, chopped into bite-sized pieces
- 1 cup bourbon whiskey
- 1/3 cup light brown sugar
- 1/4 cup orange juice
- 1/4 cup soy sauce
- 1/8 cup rice vinegar
- 1/8 cup red wine vinegar (I might go balsamic next time)
- 1 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
- 2 smashed cloves garlic
I have also been knitting more. Somehow, and I hope my book tells me, I have been picking up stitches as I go. I started with 40, not a hard number but enough to make a decent sized scarf, and at the largest point counted 59. I don't know how I do that. I am almost through the first skein and am sometime today I feel will be forced into the yellow and a new stitch. If I follow what has been suggested to me it is seed, knit one, purl one. I still don't know what purl is but there's a video just waiting to be watched! Oh well, back to the cold dreary winter of my discontent. And knitting. The winter of my knitting.