What do we do when we face a world that isn't the one we planned for? What do we do when our brief moments of joy are robbed? What do we do when accidents happen? I don't know. I don't know what we do. But I know what I've done. I've given myself a little more grace. I've reached out for love. I've reached out for guidance. I've reached out for therapy. And I've celebrated the mundane accomplishments I used to take for granted. A shower. A made bed. And a roasted chicken.
I think the trust I'm trying to build back up with myself is also translating to some moments in the kitchen. Usually out of necessity to adapt, like in the instance of this sort of chicken picatta. Instead of panicking I simply remembered what chicken piccata is. I mean, I think I did. This is at least close. And, honestly, if it's not chicken piccata, it's still delicious.
It's hard sometimes to be able to set aside an hour to let something cook in the oven. Which is insane because, what, do I have to chain myself to the oven while it cooks? No. Is it actually easier for me? Yes. But it's the start time that's always getting in the way.
When I'm afraid of or uncomfortable with certain things, it's generally because I lack understanding. When I push myself past that initial fear or discomfort, I am always pleasantly surprised.
Through all of this, I cling to little bits of hope like a shadowboxer. Maybe things will change. Maybe they will change. Maybe they'll revert to who they were before I knew more about them. Maybe they'll understand.
This Baked Chicken Recipe is the first one I noticed the change on. This is why I've used this particular blog post to make my strong feelings known. There's nothing to be done. Except maybe cook this dish perfectly and laugh into the sky because I figured you out, Campbell's! You thought you could destroy it, but you've only made it stronger.
This recipe reminds me that cyclical can be fresh. That old can find something new. That fall will be fall even when it isn't. It starts with a recipe my mother rediscovered and told me about, that I tweaked and ultimately added to until I made it my own.
It was a night we loved. And a night we hope to share with others when the sun comes back this way.
We rediscovered the Celtic, Norse, and Pagan holidays of our ancestors. And that led us to commit to a year of celebrating the Wheel of the Year. The first upcoming from the moment we decided this was Mabon or Autumn Equinox.