First, the chicken. Lately these past few months I have been feeling very Martha Stewarty. Baking cupcakes. Finding recipes. Trying new foods out. Crafting. Today was no different. I slept in till 1, as I usually do, jumped out of bed and said "By golly, I'm going to make a roast chicken for dinner." To the kitchen I scurried with great determination. I gathered parsley, rosemary, and thyme. Sadly, I was out of sage. I cleaned the chicken and stuffed betwixt the skin a most curious concoction of the aforementioned spices with the addition of butter. If there is anything I have learned from cooking, everything is always better with butter. Biscuits. Popcorn. Noodles. See? I chopped up some carrots and potatoes too then tossed them in the broth. It reminds me of a stew! Straight away into the roaster it went at 375. And such brings us the picture below, of roasting chicken with carrots and potatoes.
And now... to life.
I have been truthfully growing restless these past few months. Lack of a true job, lack of true direction for a master's degree, and lack of much of anything has led me once again to dream of traveling the world. I have discussed with one of my friends the plausibility of us traveling together at some point in the near future. He's apprehensive to say the least. Understandably so since we've only known each other for a couple years and he is very much rooted to his pace of life as it is. I think long term travel (4 months or more) scares him. I have always had that call though. I have always had the ability and want to just pick up and go. I like the day to day differentiations in the sights, the people, the food, and the weather. I long to feel the throb of culture around me. Culture different than my own at least. So I suppose I shall see what shall come of this dream that has been with me since the age of 16. I wait with baited breath to see what is cresting upon my horizon.
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