Sunday Supper: Roasted Chicken.

 I was actually craving popovers. A Yorkshire pudding type of things, but way fucking better... Because they ain't flat.

But then I got excited about the rest of my British "Sunday Roast" inspired meal and forgot to make the popover...

This one is a repeater.

Chop and season things. Shove them into a hot oven for 45 minutes.

Pour a glass of dry white wine.

Eat as George sneaks out of timeout (having been banished there for barking at the Amazon driver delivering something next door) and stares.

And stares.

And stares.

And stares.

She got a little bit of chicken eventually.

The staring made me uncomfortable.