Roast chicken, Mediterranean veg, garlic bread

Firstly, please be assured that there’s nothing behind the post title beyond a mildly amusing pun. 🤷‍♂️

I haven’t been feeling great today, as in the past few days the muscles in my upper legs have started aching as they did in the weeks and months before last year’s hospitalisation. The timing coincincides with the latest reduction in my daily dose of steroids, so I’ve got to book myself in for another blood test to see if the aching is the start of another flare, a coincidence, or just my stressed imagination running wild.

Despite the pain (I’ve run out of one of my pain meds and the new lot weren’t delivered today as I was expecting), stress, and general cba-ism, today I organised the delivered groceries, spent a long time on the phone trying to communicate to my old broadband provider that it’s not that I won’t return their equipment, so much as that I can’t (many thanks to the lovely Pepper (or possibly Pippa – her beautiful accent left me unclear on that point) at Sky for finally getting my point and persuading her manager to waive the no-return fee), more time on the phone paying my outstanding bill, completed my Pain Clinic referral form (now I just have to work out how to post it back to them), and dealt with mum having one of those days where she’s confused, but aware enough to know she’s confused, which is never fun.

Dinner was meant to be easy: a “roast in the bag” chicken, Mediterranean veg, and garlic bread, which could all be cooked on one tray: easy, right? Except the instructions for cooking the chicken are on the bottom of the bag you cook it in, so once it’s in the oven you’re out of luck if you need to re-read them. As a result, the chicken was done before the veg, and I had to take the chicken out of its bag while it was still sizzling and… let’s just say that mum isn’t pleased about the mess on her hob and countertop. 😬

The chicken was very good: tender and juicy, with a nice flavour, although cooking in the bag meant no nice crispy skin. The veg was also good, and the garlic bread was buttery, garlicky, and a bit soggy from putting it into cook on top of veg. Was it good enough as a meal to overcome the mess it caused? Unclear. 😬

So in a moment I’m going to try and bribe my way back into mum’s good graces with some cake to go with her ice cream. Wish me luck, peeps! (Ah, so THAT’S where the (c)luck comes in!)