In article >,
Gloria P > wrote:

> Today is Dear Daughter's birthday. (You know her, she's Jeremy's
> sister.) She was born in CT on a day when an ice storm coated the
> streets with nearly an inch of ice. I called DH at work to meet
> me at the hospital and drove myself in a '68 VW Beetle.
>
> She and Dear Grandson went skiing yesterday with Dear Husband
> (mine--hers had to work) and they stayed overnight at Jeremy's house
> (remember him?) in the mts. to ski both days. I do 't ski till it's
> WARM, like March.
>
> I offered to have dinner for everyone when they got back tonight.
> It was pretty simple since I knew they'd be exhausted so I had a narrow
> window to feed them before they crashed.
>
> OB Food, for dinner:
>
> I roasted two chickens ~5 lb. each (sale $.99/lb)
> mashed potatoes ( a must for grandson when there's gravy)
> red garnet yam wedges, oven roasted with a homemade spice blend
> homemade lingonberry preserves from our Swedish partner
> asparagus, stir fried in butter and olive oil
> caprese salad (sliced tomato with mozzarella and shredded basil
>
> Dessert was a yellow cake with whipped cream (to fill the hollow
> where the cake fell while baking) and sliced fresh strawberries.
>
> Wine was choice of beaujolais or a tasty chenin blanc.
>
> They went home happy.
>
> gloria p

Sounds good to me! :-)
Naught wrong ever with roasted chickens.
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