It”s official – my arm and hand are strong enough for me to chop vegetables. That means I can make dinner again. It’s been such a long time since I did any cooking and I will continue to ask for some help from Devoted Spouse now and again. I still can’t lift anything heavy like the CrockPot or a frying pan – but by George I can chop the daylights outta onions again!
Of course the onions didn’t stay on the chopping board. That would have been too easy. My knife skills are just a tad rusty and we giggled as many of the onions ended up on the floor fleeing for their little lives. Run, babies, run!
I managed to de-skin the chicken thighs – but Devoted Spouse had to cut up the chicken for me – he was a little worried that the thickness of the chicken and the weakness of my hand could lead to a potential loss of one or three of my fingers. He’s so thoughtful.
I was proud of the fact I was able to wield the scissors and open up the bag of frozen veggies. But then like the dork I am, I dumped a good part of them onto the stove, not into the CrockPot — well, I was close. I also added garlic, and thank you to whoever came up with the idea of putting chopped garlic in little jars – I couldn’t have whacked a garlic clove with the back of a knife and my fist if my life depended on it. But I can scoop out garlic from a jar and I did a nifty job of it, too. Nary a garlic piece strayed.
A few spices, salt and pepper, some chicken stock, a can of diced tomatoes, a dash of chicken gravy for thickening, and voila!
Barefoot Contessa, eat your heart out!