My lazy chicken often involves dropping two breasts into a bag with some vegetable oil and jerk sauce, and tossing them into the freezer until needed.

This is my standard, not my lazy! I get one of those big trays of chicken breasts, slice them into meal portions (because these are some seriously built chickens!) throw them into individual sandwich bags with marinades of various flavors and freeze.

I'm a really boring cook.

msbelle, replied!

Jesse wishes she had a saltine and a root. (or possibly some ginger ale)

Heh.

mac is making fart noises and saying that he is throwing poopies at me. this is endlessly hilarous "at home only" behavior. I find it impossible not to laugh at it.

Yeah, the pain is back. God, I bore me. Thanks for the concern.

msbelle, when I was mainlining nature programs last weekend they showed a hippo fight--part of the macho bravado involves thrashing their tails across their own asses when they shit, flinging it around as they pace.

Weird animals. No wonder none of the others fuck with them.

We should really get Walter the Farting Dog books into mac's hands. D still tells his parents "I just saved your life!" when he farts. I did a good job.

thing is, he does not even know the word fart. he says poopy noises.

I like to have curry paste and coconut milk on hand for quick dinners. Also I'm just tucking in to some beef and broccoli enchiladas, using ATK's quick technique - use the enchilada sauce to simmer the filling ingredients. Then you strain them out, mix them with cheese, wrap in tortillas, and pour the sauce on top and bake. Usually I use chunks of boneless chicken thigh, but the beef is working out quite nicely. Simmering in the sauce makes the meat come out really tender and the flavors meld well.

I'm just tucking in to some beef and broccoli enchiladas, using ATK's quick technique

That's reminded me of the endless (but pleasantly so) chicken somethingvaguelyMexican I'd make out of what was left of roasted chickens.

I was going to go grocery shopping with these ideas, but sitting up informs me otherwise. So I'll order in instead.

Cuisine alert: I recently had Bulgarian for the first time, and that's some nummy food. Puts heart in hearty. Plus whatever it was I last had (with the tender chicken falling off the bone, over rice) was tasty straight out of the fridge, cold. I wish they delivered. But I think I'll continue investigating local pizzerias instead.

Sorry the migraine free-ness has ended, ita. Was this a new ER protocol that produced the good days (ie, could you hope to replicate)?

Crap, I lost the rest of the post. Oh well.

Was this a new ER protocol that produced the good days (ie, could you hope to replicate)?

I think so. What remains is my decision--how often do I go in and get blasted fucking silly with so much narcotics that doctors think I'm lying when I tell them the dosages I've had and walked out?

Might be moot, since this past trip it took them three nurses and over half an hour to find a vein that didn't blow or roll as they tried to put in the IV. Apparently the next step is the feet, and I really really don't want that.

But hey, there's a lot I don't want. I just have to prioritise.

Note to CSI writers: many police forces do not allow their people to remove taser barbs from people that have been shot, instead making it a medical procedure. So when Sara does it with her teeth with little indication of discomfort? Oh, who am I kidding? I'm still not sure how she lifted the car off herself.

I don't like that show. I should stop watching.

Any time now.