I HATE chicken. I think it’s one last holdover from my years of vegetarianism, I just can’t get behind the freaky chicken meat.

 Anyway, I made up a recipe today, and it smells pretty good, if you’re interested I’ll give you a blow by blow when we actually eat it.

 I call it Simon and Garfunkel Chicken. I took the whole chicken, and removed the guts (don’t heave, Jen, don’t do it!) and (it gets worse) put them in a bag in the fridge for the kids to look at later with Dad. It’s a tradition we have here, nasty but true.

After I washed it and patted it dry (why?) I rubbed it with a tiny bit of olive oil and put some sea salt, parsley, rosemary and thyme all over and inside it. I didn’t have any Sage, so I asked my daughter Sage if we could use some of her, but she declined. So, it has Parsley, (no)Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme, get it? I slay myself.

Still eating on plan! Catch ya later!