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.
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