The First Supper

Moving is a pain in the ass.

It is not fun, no matter how excited one might be at the idea of starting a new chapter of one's life.

There's the packing, the organizing (apparently some people do that), the loading, the driving, the unloading, the unpacking and finally, the re-organizing.

But perhaps one of the least fun things about moving to a new place is that there is little to nothing in the pantry.

After my most recent move to Kentucky, all I wanted to do was sit on the couch and wait to be served a delicious dinner. Unfortunately, the only items in the kitchen included a half-eaten bag of cereal, a few baking supplies and peanut butter. Alas, I was forced to make my first trip to a brand new grocery store (which is another feat in itself... does it irritate anyone else to have to learn your way through a new grocery store?).

I decided that I wanted to use my LAST month of food stamps (thanks, AmeriCorps/the state of Washington!) on the more expensive, necessary items. As such, I have compiled a list that I hope will come in handy should you find yourself in the same position as I:

Salt and Pepper - sure, you would think this is a no-brainer until you've added all of the dry ingredients for cookies and realize you FORGOT TO BUY SALT.

Condiments - mayo, BBQ sauce (I'll put that ish on anything, so of course it's a necessary item.), ketchup, pickles, relish

Butter - stick butter AND spreadable butter

Eggs

Bread

Meat - I bought chicken breasts and ground beef that I can freeze until needed

Sugar

Olive Oil

Non-stick spray - It's hard to make perfect pancakes without this.

Salad Dressing

Ice Cream - I think this goes without saying.

Well, I'll consider this a successful first post from the Bluegrass state.

Don't be a betch.

Fried Spice.

The Last Supper

Now that Garlic and I are properly boozed up and have changed into sweatpants, we can hunker down and write the first of what will surely be many sensationally captivating, delectably enticing, and deliriously slurring posts.  But first, another round of tequila...

Ah, that's the ticket.  So, in light of my imminent departure from the Olympic Peninsula, it was decided that food was an appropriate antidote to the pain of parting.  Or, perhaps we were just hungry after a fun-filled afternoon on the Peninsula College Challenge Course.

After wandering aimlessly through the aisles of Safeway, we decided to buy and roast a chicken, and dress it in whatever happened to be in the kitchen.  Oh, and asparagus.  Because Garlic thought we should have something green.  Pfft.  Who needs anything but meat?  Whatever.

We picked up a nice chicken in the poultry section of the cooler named Loretta.  She was pretty fine--4.25 pounds, nice color, not too frozen.  Sexy.  We knew we were gonna have a real good time with her.  We decided to give her a nice rub down with butter, rosemary, garlic salt (f*ck yeah), sage, and lemon zest.  Then we sealed the deal when we stuffed her with more rosemary, more lemon, more garlic, and MORE BUTTER!  Damn.

Oh, yeah, and we sauteed that friggin' asparagus, too.  Yeah, yeah, it was tasty. 

Nice, simple dinner.  But after some mimosas and tequila, that's all you really want.  Garlic's already passed out in a food and booze coma on the couch, so I think it's safe to say she enjoyed it. 

Cayenne out, betch.