Thursday, January 19, 2012

Hens

If work keeps me from Hawk Hill, as it has, then Baleen's keeping me from missing it. Or at least making it easier. She came back from Palm Springs with another carry-on, a recipe from Barefoot Contessa that LG says is their weekly go-to.

The romance must be high down there in Los Angeles. The recipe is Engagement Chicken, the old wives' tale that if you cook this for your man, you'll be engaged within sixty days. We're late to the game, a year and a half into our marriage, so we'll see if it prompts a baby. Sixty days is March 18th, which would be ten days late for Baleen, and 18 days after Leap Day, the day I'm secretly hoping for.

March 18th would hurt. That might be another pound and a baby boy that skipped all those precious newborn clothes we've got for him and went right onto the 3 month onesies. But March 2nd is within sixty days, forty-four to be precise, which is what Baleen is hoping for and what last night's dinner allows.


2 comments:

Lizzie said...

How was it!? Looks perfecto. xx

Baleen & Hopalong said...

One of the best work and prep/taste ratios. Fabulous.