As I'm typing this, I have a chicken in the oven. Which is a rare thing in our house (I almost feel like I'm doing something I shouldn't be!), because the boyfiance is allergic to poultry (yes, really - all kinds of poultry - yeah, Thanksgiving is kind of a bummer).
Let's rewind a few weeks, shall we? I was browsing my usual food blog haunts and I came across a recipe for Chicken in Coconut Milk. I wanted to try it RIGHT AWAY, but bookmarked it as something to make later. Something to make when the boyfiance isn't around because it seems a little cruel to cook something (especially something that smells good) he can't eat. I decided chicken in coconut could wait for an evening or a weekend when he wouldn't be around.
Well, that weekend (actually week) is finally upon us. This morning the boyfiance pedaled out on the AIDS Lifecycle ride, and I'm living the life of a single girl for 6 days. The first thing I thought of after seeing him off this morning and coming home to an empty apartment? Chicken.
The recipe was a snap to put together, and all I've got to do now is baste it every once in a while. In about an hour I should have a fabulous roasted chicken in a lemony coconut broth. I'm very much looking forward to it. Also, if it's half as good as I think it might be, I may have to be mean and make it when he is around.