Creamed chicken and biscuits is like the edible version of flannel sheets that have been washed a thousand times. I almost had to go have a hot bath and wrap myself in a robe and my biggest, ugliest socks before eating it, just to complete the experience. Except that I had to go to an office-less Christmas party, and I knew it would set me up to be a no-show.
(I can’t believe you guys are still with me, and that I haven’t bored you to death. I’m starting to bore myself; no wonder I’m so sleepy. I think my writers’ block has followed me into the kitchen.)
So – my motivation: I had pulled a baggie of leftover roasted turkey from the freezer and tonight had to come up with some use for it. No salsa – quesadillas are out. I didn’t feel like fried rice, or turkey salad sandwiches. I could not think of one original use for it, despite my near-constant raves that roasted chicken and turkey make the very best and most versatile of leftovers. (They do, honest. You just need to have some brain function.) I thought of chicken pot pie first, but didn’t have the energy… this is like a disassembled chicken pot pie, with the guts spooned over biscuits – whole wheat and olive oil biscuits, to be precise. The chicken part can be made in under 20 minutes, while the biscuits are in the oven, and I bet you have all the ingredients in your kitchen. (I just realized I unintentionally made a recipe using turkey leftovers the day before US Thanksgiving.)
And – oh yes! Today marked a Momentous Occasion. Much like the first day of school, today was the first day W was old enough, tall enough and potty-trained enough to go to Småland in IKEA all by his very own self. They grow up so fast. Snif.
Mike and I lingered over coffee and cinnamon buns and shopped for a full hour, gripped intermittently with fleeting waves of panic that we had lost him. It was glorious. It’s going to be really hard not to bring my laptop and go hang out in the IKEA cafeteria every morning…