Having great success in life is a predisposition, either you've attributed your baked egg and sausage sandwiches to good luck, or done everything you could to avoid it. I'm not one of those persons who under pressure cracks an egg AND stuffs cheese into every crevice of these snack worthy muffins, but I'm willing to assume the best in others, and trust me I've tried.
When it comes down to it, my kitchen has an eternity to talk me out of baked chicken nuggets with sweet potato fries on the side, stuffed mushrooms optional. I've cleaning to do, that's no lie, an entire three baskets of laundry to mangle, disagree with, and ultimately besmirch. It's tablespoons galore with olive oil taking the lead at three, and exonerated sugar making a sound choice of just one, finally, a grown up!
Seeing what I've seen, a single teaspoon of every mistake known to man you can imagine, just thinking chili and garlic powder can vouch for your goodness while cumin and oregano denigrate your well-versed character. This gets you irritated? Well baste the damn sweet potatoes yourself then, 425 for about 15 minutes gets you over who else, but we warned you.
Heating your pans, plus the caramelizing sugar and carefully determined spices, a cup or so of "red and orange vegetables" in, without a fuss? You don't just get Panko crusted chicken nuggets that come out crispy, but then can be sliced for crispy corn tacos with salsa, cheese, sour cream, and even corn and black beans. Doesn't add up, not even on Friday.
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