I finished sewing a few of my quilt rows last night and got three of them together into something that is starting to resemble a quilt top. At some point, though, I realized that I only ordered my batting and backing on Sunday, so I can’t even baste the thing together yet anyway. I might as well take it slow, as god and the USPS intended.
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So I made a whole chicken in the Instant Pot last night. It was good! Sort of like a superior grocery store rotisserie chicken. However, it is not faster than the regular roast chicken recipe that I use, which is America’s Test Kitchen weeknight roast chicken. That recipe is basically: get a chicken, put a lemon and an onion in it, rub it with oil salt and pepper, and put it in a pre-heated cast iron skillet at 450 for 30 minutes. Then turn off the oven and leave the chicken in there for 30 more minutes. Done. But our kitchen wasn’t smoky, at least.
(Also, this is the best roast potato recipe in the world. Ignore the orange and sage if you want, just pay attention to the preparation. You can use olive oil instead of goose fat, but use a lot.)
Despite two-plus years of meticulous keyboard cover use, the butterfly keyboard of my MacBook Pro has finally become garbage. I inherited this computer from the job I was laid off from in December 2018, so it’s not like I threw good money at it, but I do use it for freelance work and…everything else, and it’s an ass ache to press the “H” key once and get three H’s and also an F. I am loathe, loathe to replace a laptop at this moment in time but I also…hate this one now? It seems dumb to spend freelance money on a new one (though I suppose this would be a tax write-off? Or something? I’m good at business) but it also seems dumb to heavy-sigh and hit delete four times every time I need an H.
Yesterday was day 40 of quarantine. DAY 40. We talked about this over dinner last night and my husband confessed there were things he didn’t hate about it. There are also things I don’t hate about it, but mostly I wish there were a way to turn it off.
For one thing, I am sick of the feeling of dread that seeing a nearly empty carton of milk brings on. Running out of milk is always the thing that sends one of us to the store, and I really dislike going to the store. Each time it feels more and more like a trip to Loaves and Fishes, not in the sense that I am an Econowife (although…I am assuredly an Econowife) but in the general dystopian sense. I don’t care for it.
I think I will make a chocolate cake this week. I ran across this one while looking up my brown bread recipe, and as I happen to have cream for ganache I can think of no reason not to.