Kid #2 is cooking dinner tonight. The Cute Husband refers to her as our "30 year old teenager". I think the term - boomerang kid - applies too. We've all made the adjustment, it's working and I will miss her if (please, God - WHEN) she moves back out on her own.
Anyway - as she was leaving for work this morning, she casually asked me to please poach the chicken today so that it's ready for her to "cook" dinner. Being the WonderMother that I am, I said, "of course, my darling daughter, I LOVE to poach chicken."
So ... here's the truth - I've never poached chicken in my whole life! How does one get to be 55 years old and never poach anything (not even an egg)? Thank God for the internet. I googled it and the recipe said to wrap it up in plastic wrap. Honestly, I never would have thought this up myself.
Here are the little buggers, getting poached. Don't they look pretty in their red Saran Wrap!
I'll definitely let you know how THIS works out!
And - because I'm a quilter ... here's a picture of the border of my friend Sheila's quilt - Roll, Roll, Cotton Bowl. I just LOVE how it turned out!