First thing first.
Writing a blog for the sake of writing a blog just doesn’t make sense to me.
Increasing your KLOUT score may buy you some bonus points on some social platform.
But saying something real really matters.
So I’m stuck today.
Do I say something about the UN-Palestinian resolution and Canada’s place in it?
Or, do I comment on the situation of the NYT Bureau Chief in Jerusalem who is being ‘helped’ by another NYT content editor with her social media blogs?
My biggest issue today was figuring out a marinade for chicken thighs for Saturday nite’s dinner.
When a bachelor hockey parent, whose wife is happily cavorting in Paris, France (not Ontario at a tournament as one child thought) and his kids could use some company, drop by to eat and drink.
After searching my Chatelaine cookbooks (hard copy at that), and surfing the web for stuff that didn’t involve more than 5 ingredients, I just gave up.
Too much choice and clutter and chatter.
So I threw caution to the wind.
Here’s what I came up with – stuff surprisingly in my pantry and fridge.
Its called: “The Cross Your Fingers Chicken (or other protein) Marinade“.
My title and copyright, by the way.
No need to measure.
Just use common sense and creativity.
And live a little.
15 thighs is the amount I’m marinating.
– Count to three in Ukrainian pouring Italian olive oil
– 8 shakes of Roasted chili & tamarind mixed spice
– 8 shakes of Tarragon (dried)
– 5 squirts of Loblaws horseradish dijon mustard
– 2 strong splashes of Worchester sauce
– 5 cloves (not heads) of squeezed fresh garlic
– Count to three in Ukrainian pouring Lemon juice
Who knows how this is going to turn out.
So much for shopping at Loblaws at 10:00 p.m. on a Friday nite.
Delusions of culinary grandeur.
And mitigated by the thoughts that if Richard Branson can hit 1 million LinkedIn influencer followers, then why can’t I?