Excuses are like....

Well I think we all know what excuses are like. But just in case you don't, they are like assholes. I'm not going to get into why they are like that. If you really don't know, you can google it. 

I've got a really good one tonight. Now that I'm apparently not trying very hard to filter my curse words (you'd be surprised) I'll tell you right off the bat that the excuse has nothing to do with wine drinking. There hasn't been any of that tonight. I was supposed to be cooking Roasted Chicken Thighs with Mustard-Thyme Sauce and was actually very excited about it. I might have even done the funky chicken in my kitchen while S watched in awe of my slick moves. Maybe.

That day is not today.

 I pulled the chicken thighs out of the freezer to defrost this morning and was removing them from the packaging this evening when it hit me. The savory smell of "I should not eat raw chicken that has this smell." And while I really do enjoy taking one for the team from time to time, I didn't think it would do any of us any good to have me spend tonight and tomorrow sleeping on the bathroom floor while Landon sat in an empty bathtub eating stale cheerios and watching Sesame Street on the iPad. It would have gone down just like that. I like to be dramatic sometimes always. 

Get the F out of here, now.

You see, it's quite simple. Bad Chicken = Good Excuse. No one wants food poisoning and no one wants to deal with my sickness drama. I especially don't want to deal with that. We had the potatoes and green beans for the side, but the bad chicken smell just kind of took all of the cooking magic out of my life. Turns out we had some El Salvador style tamales in the fridge so S hijacked half of a Landy Avocado, I finished off the sour cream, we pulled out the tomatillo salsa, and we went to town. 

Tamales are messy, so this photo never had a chance of being pretty. Apologies all around. 

Ok, fine... The photographic evidence caught me. There was a little wine involved, but it was really only that one glass. A surprising show of restraint for me on a Thirsty Thursday, but I wasn't that into the bottle S opened. 

Now I have another confession to make. Yes, ANOTHER one. Shut up about it and relax. It also involves a rant. I am one of the 10 people in the world who still watch Grey's Anatomy. I almost quit when Izzy was having sex with her dead fiance because her terminal brain tumor that she actually lived through was causing her to have really accurate and precise hallucinations. I didn't leave though, I stuck with it. And I'm super angry about it now. SPOILER ALERT... THEY KILLED OFF MARK SLOAN! I mean as if it wasn't annoying enough that they end EVERY season with some sort of major traumatic shooting, bombing, ferry accident, or (in this case) private plane crash cliff hanger, they then didn't even continue from that cliff hanging point with this episode, they just used it to KILL OFF MCSTEAMY. 

I'm not into facial hair, or Eric Dane, really. I'm just annoyed with Grey's Anatomy. 

Shonda, you are on thin ice. I was glad when Katherine Heigel left, and I didn't really care about George although I'm sure George is regretting ever leaving because I don't even know what his real name is. He must not be doing too much. Then you go and kill off Lexie Grey AND Mark Sloan who had the only semi interesting love triangle. You would really think that after all of the absolutely horrific things that have happened to the doctors at Seattle Grace they might be like "eff this." But apparently they just have a little PTSD, do some O.R. meltdown time, and move on. I'm mostly angry because I can't stop watching now, even though I don't really like where this is going. I've already invested this much time. I'm sure they will just make Meredith and Derek have ANOTHER relationship crisis. Regardless, I'm going to need to see it through. 

Ugh. I'm so dedicated. It's a blessing and a curse. 

I'm going to the store tomorrow to get some non smelly chicken thighs. I have a feeling the recipe is a good one that I don't want to miss as it involves more scraping of cooked bits and the making of sauces. You'll find out how it goes very soon!

-RT