Nevergirl's

We were going to roast chicken for dinner, but we realized we had neither an oven nor a roasting pan. How sad is that? Married, with two kids, and without an oven or a roasting pan.

I don’t know why the hub and I are taking this absence of a culinary equipment as a sure sign of delayed maturity, but it seems to us we should have an oven by now. And, a roasting pan. We were born to roast, demmit! We were born to roast chicken on Tuesday nights when we have absolutely nothing to do that in comparison, making an elaborate family dinner (and a mess in the kitchen, as a result) seems like a GREAT idea. We were probably born clutching an oven and a roasting pan in another lifetime.

So, anyway, because we couldn’t roast chicken, we had grilled T-bone steak and pochero instead. Pochero is a local dish that tastes like a smaller waistline – at least, that’s how I imagine a smaller waistline would taste. Of course, I can’t tell you what it’s made of or how to make it; that’d be like asking me to name at least 50 World Heritage sites without googling! And, because I really can’t cook anything that doesn’t involve scrambling and eggs, the husband cooked while I organized the fridge.

Look at how clean and middle class our freezer is.

I’m proud of the icicles I clobbered, and I told the husband so over this:

While we ate, we discussed road trips, deadly canned food, Charlie’s 1st birthday this September, our next foray to the beach, the baby’s new tooth (she has three now), and the sister’s 23rd birthday this August.

Life is, at turns, both good and better when you live with your little family, two nannies who are almost family, and your brother and sister.

Happy Tuesday, boys and girls!