Tonight Zach and I stretched out in front of my laptop and enjoyed Julie/Julia while feasting on a roast rosemary lemon chicken, warm pugliese bread and a lovely tossed salad. It was a wonderful meal, a wonderful movie and wonderful night of enjoying each other. I felt wonderfully cozy, french and Juliaesque.
Granted, the chicken came from a whole foods rotisserie, the bread came from my freezer and originally from Costco. Even the salad came from a bag. It's like my father always taught me - why work hard when you can work smart? I think he meant that in a slightly more responsible way, the type of thing where you clean a little bit everyday and never have to deal with a big, hard mess. However, he never specified, so I'm comfortable taking it as an endorsement of yummy, utterly easy food. I'm sure the Julie/a would be horribly ashamed of me. Oh well.
That's exactly my type of a meal!
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