The one embarrassing anecdote from Friday is I had planned to prepare a roast chicken dinner – such a comforting meal for guests who have been driving for two days. I laid the chicken out to thaw in the morning and put it in the refrigerator after five hours, thinking I would prepare it the next day. When we received the “three hour notice” phone call, my first action item was taking the half-frozen chicken back out of the refrigerator and setting it on the counter. Now would be a good time for one of those famous 85-degree Texas afternoons in late February – but no luck. Two hours later I attempted to prepare the bird, found that the cavity was frozen shut, and then immersed the bloody thing in a bowl of hot water. I finally removed the bag of giblets, stuffed it, threw it in the oven, and poured myself a glass of wine.
Guests arrive, house smells divine, I check the temperature of the chicken (perfect 180 degrees), everyone's seated around the dinner table, and I proceed to carve the bird. Why aren’t the juices clear? It turns out that the outside was perfectly done and the meat surrounding the cavity was perfectly raw. I allowed myself to panic and internally curse for five seconds, and then I had to right the situation. So I heated up an iron skillet, doused it with olive oil, carved the bird, put the raw side down in the skillet, covered it and waited five minutes, and out came roasted chicken that was, thank goodness, finally not medium rare.
Fun times! I think I had about three and half glasses of wine that night!
And now it’s Visible Monday, hosted by Not Dead Yet Style. I started off this morning thinking I would showcase a very visible shirt: my see-through knit T. Whenever I wear this shirt I think of Bridget Jones and her “sexy see-through top” she wears to get Daniel’s attention. But I’m already married and can’t bear the idea of people seeing my undergarments brazenly displayed, so I wear a camisole underneath.
You will notice that the top isn’t featured because after I viewed the photos I saw that I was more drawn to the scarf I decided to wear as a belt. I purchased this Hermes scarf in St. Maarten a couple of years ago because the colors reminded me of the vibrant blue that is the Caribbean.
In order for the belt to be seen, I have to tuck in my top – a bold act that takes some courage to show off the rear view (at least my rear view). This is also the first time I’ve worn these trousers, as they are a size smaller than what I was wearing last Fall. They’re not white, but a light shade of khaki is daring enough.