Signs That It's Been Too Long Since You Did Laundry

Normally I sort my darks into blacks-purples-magentas-reds loads versus blues-greens-grays loads to prevent unpleasant color bleeds. Right now, I'm running a blacks load. I have a reds load on deck. Gonna be a l-o-o-o-n-g laundry day.

Cooking Meh

Yesterday I tried Jamie Oliver's Chicken in Milk recipe. Nice enough, but not the Best Chicken Recipe Evar as rhapsodized by Faith Durand over at The Kitchn. Admittedly, I didn't use the sage because I went out back only to find that the buttercups have choked the life out of my sage bush. Bother. There need to be some changes in the back garden this year by golly. But I find it hard to believe that just skipping the sage makes the difference between orgasmic flights of ecstasy and "Eh, nice enough." I may try it again some time, but it's a long time to spend to get a so-so bird. Possibly it could be adapted to the slow cooker so one can ignore it all day.

Also used this week's batch of no-knead dough to make cinnamon bread. Eh. It's perfectly nice, but it's not a match made in heaven. Cinnamon bread want's to be less crusty and a bit more cake-like than this approach produces. I guess I need to practice on the old-fashioned kind of high-fuss bread recipes if I'm going to make cinnamon bread. Or just get it at Costco.

But the no-knead bread approach is good for creating counter space -- since the various successful loaves, I've moved the bread maker down to the basement. I figure it can sit there for a few months while I decide whether I'm ever going to want to bother with it, and then, most likely, it will wind up at St. Vincent de Paul.