This weekend started off on a good note because I got to spend Friday with Annabelle. Have you ever seen a cuter duck?
On Saturday I thought I'd get my chores done in the morning and then relax all afternoon, but as it turns out, in order to renovate a room you actually have to work on it. So we spent all day working on the family room because I am determined to have it finished by the time I decorate for Christmas on December 1st.
Our project for Sunday afternoon was to re-paint the back door. However, once we got the door off the hinges, we decided to just replace it entirely. The majority of the door was single pane glass, the kind that is dangerous and doesn't meet modern safety codes, and the thought of little hands someday going through the glass made us nervous.
My brother actually ran through a single pane sliding glass door when he was about 10. He was in the family room, but his shoes were on the back patio, and the door was so clean he didn't even realize it was closed and ran right through it. He ended up with a lot of stitches and a few scars and now I know firsthand the importance of safety glass.
The decision to replace the door meant Matt had to call his dad for assistance. His dad is very helpful, but sometimes he makes me nervous because he says things like, "Go ahead and saw off that beam, I'm pretty sure it's not load bearing. But you do have good homeowner's insurance, right?" And "We don't stop working for blood. Just don't get it on the rug."
My mom had stopped over earlier in the afternoon to drop off Julia Child's cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I asked to borrow it because I feel like it's time to expand my culinary expertise beyond chicken cutlets and shake 'n bake pork chops.
For my own sanity I decided to leave the construction zone for a little bit, and I went to the grocery store. Purdue roasters were on sale for $9.99, plus I had a coupon, so I decided to buy one and make a nice roasted chicken for dinner.
It was pretty easy, because you roast the chicken in the bag it comes in. Literally the only direction is "place chicken breast up in shallow baking pan. Cook for 130 minutes."
When dinner was ready, Matt started carving and remarked on what a strange bird this was. He kept saying, "Are you sure you got a whole chicken? I don't even know where the breast meat is."
Despite the confusion with the carving, the chicken was delicious. I also made biscuits and a caesar salad, and was feeling like maybe I didn't need Julia Child's help after all.
After we finished I asked Matt to carve the rest of the chicken so we could pack it up for leftovers.
It was then that he turned the chicken over, and found the breast meat.
I'd put the bird in the oven upside down.
I literally did not know which way was up.
Julia has her work cut out for her.