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Tonight's kitchen experiment will be baked chicken.

I don't want to use a flavored marinade because I will be doing my damned-est to make these pieces into as many dishes as possible. I figure baking it in a 'marinade' of olive oil and minced garlic should be enough to give it some flavor, but not so much that it will overpower whatever I turn the leftovers into. 

 I'm trying to avoid the grocery store this week. I know have enough in my pantry to make it to payday. It's time to learn creativity. 

EDIT/ADDENDUM: 

The bird seems to have done well in the oven. I think I was a bit heavy handed with the garlic. 

...

Nah, you can never have too much garlic. Wood taught me that.

You're stronger than you thought

And you're not as smart as you think you are.

Flicker::pictures

Styling::hair

Episode: One. As in Star Wars

Sexier: shoulders than you! 

Studious: Hopefully me. Class officially started today. Hooray Intertubes.

Mushroom: 1 up

8 minutes: run hard

Bald: uncles

Immunity: reality tv

Sectioned: oranges

(found here)

In other not-news...

I ran 1.5 miles today in 16 minutes. Not too shabby. I'm very proud of this run as it means I'm in better shape than I thought. And I had the discipline to keep running for the entire time. I now know that I can run three miles with no problem as long as I train smart. Smart is not historically something I've done well. Ask my parents, they'll tell you. 

I bought an already seasoned cast-iron indoor grill/griddle jobbie yesterday. I used it tonight to grill(!) some chicken. Verdict? I need more fans. Or to learn how to cook with less smoke emanating from said grill. Casa de Pooh looks alot smaller when the kitchen is filled with a light grey chicken smelling haze and the living room is quickly filling with the same. At least it wasn't burnt-food smoke. And the fire alarm was very forgiving, I really do appreciate that it didn't go off. The towel that is still hanging over the alarm might have something to do with that.

Mom, if you're reading this; the Christmas stockings you made me? They make excellent pot holders. Just in case you were wondering about the multi-taskablilty of your crafts. Wonder no more, now you know. 

And knowing is half the battle.

Dinner at 10pm

This is not a good idea. 

I cooked some rice, edamame, opened up a can of tuna and the bottle of ponzu sauce that's been sitting in my pantry since I moved in and ta-da! Dinner.

The best part is, besides it being a fairly decent off the cuff concoction, I've been learning how to cook smaller portions so fewer leftovers!

It's a good thing I went to blockbuster tonight. At least I have something (hopefully) interesting to watch while my dinner settles.  

I must be nuts.

I want to do this next year. 

I hate running. I haven't even run a 5k. Hell, I haven't run for a good two months or so and when I did it was a challenge to keep myself on the treadmill for more than the USN standard 1.5 miles. I will lift for two hours rather than run that 1.5 miles.

This should be an interesting year. 

Juh?

This is what the cable box told me after I started pushing buttons. 

I think I should go to bed. 

A warm place

I know I'm frustrated when I start looking at tattoos. 

The standard chick wisdom is that you never go to the salon after a break-up or when you're pissed-off at the world at large. The whole getting a tattoo when you're looking for direction falls into the same category of bad ideas. 

That's why I look. 

Thank Bob for the intertubes.