Food for thought

This week I learned to cook Matt's and my favorite meal: Chicken Bryan, Carrabba's style. It's what we have every time we go to Carrabba's, which is at least once a month, and I finally decided I should try to find a recipe for it - one of the reasons I love the internet. I found a version, cooked it up a few days ago, and yeah, verily, it tasteth heavenly. Any recipe that uses three sticks of butter, sun-dried tomatoes, and goat cheese is just bound to be good. Unhealthy, but good.

Alas I have not the motivation to cook so well every night when it is so beastly hot. I find my usual cravings for sweets are raised to the power of ten during summer, when visions of ice cream and popsicles dance in my head, and in an attempt to stave off Little Debbie binges I've been manically buying in-season fruit by the bushel (note to self: forget ambrosia - nectarines are the food of the gods).

It was so nice of God to make eating such a pleasurable experience, seeing as we have to do it anyway...