I just whipped up some honey graham, honey nut Cheerios, Reese's Puffs marshmallow bars. A six-cup medley mixed into a bag of marshmallows melted with 3 T butter, three total minutes in the microwave. Had to do it, after school snack was just not the same before it existed, now it's better.
Not for a lack of options for my trial, but either breaded chicken nuggets or Best Goulash Ever better get its rear into gear sometime this millennium or I conclude with a random pasta salad made on the spot. I know it's in me.
Take 2 cups of broccoli, a cupful of cauliflower seriously, and make them suffer. This is the point where you'll want to decide which size you're gonna make 'em. Not everyone's a natural mother of six children, one stillborn into heaven, a wife to a husband. An unassisted birther, a pride-filled unschooler.
But if you're making 1/2 cup olive oil to 1/4 cup balsamic anyway. And taking 2 T juice out of that unfriendly lemon there, adding a teaspoon sugar of your own kind, dashing it with 1/2 t salt, a quarter teaspoon pepper.
Then feel free to add half a red chopped bell pepper, enough to your liking cherry tomatoes, halved and pronounced by a true blood Midwesterner. Half a cup of chopped green olives dancing its heart out in a mosh pit with enough marinated artichokes to point you in the right direction. It's the quarter cup of sunflower kernels that gets your goat with gusto every time, isn't it.
What, a quarter cup fresh minced basil solves everything? An equal sized cup sun dried tomatoes, for extra flavor that's absolutely necessary, ultimately perfecting it. And two uncooked cups of al dente bowties into the future, the chewier the better we tend to say, leaves the most room for accuracy in the long run.
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