BTW, there is no recipe attached for this meal...it was complete improvisation using whatever was in the cupboard. For instance...the Thai Ginger sauce is Lunardi's own recipe and cannot be found anywhere but at a Lunardi store.
What's for dinner tonight? Well, that is a long story. CJ was scheduled for a 3pm grooming appointment in Lindstrom (a good Chinese name). I'd had his carrier out for a couple of days so he would get used to it. My routine to trick him into his carrier is to leave the house for a hour or two, then come home, pick him up and put him in the carrier. Trust me, it will never happen any other way. So...in my hour out of the house I stopped at the Frederic Market where they had a sale on chicken breast halves...and I bought a package. I then returned home, picked up CJ and put him in his carrier according to plan. While on the way to the groomer, the groomer called me and said he was sick. Appointment cancelled. We returned home. CJ is napping and I have been cooking. The glaze on the chicken breasts is a combination of Lunardi's Thai Ginger Sauce and Orange Marmalade. Dinner tonight will be chicken and a simple salad of greens, chopped red pear, toasted walnuts with a red wine vinaigrette salad dressing. Pic attached is of the finished chicken breasts.
BTW, there is no recipe attached for this meal...it was complete improvisation using whatever was in the cupboard. For instance...the Thai Ginger sauce is Lunardi's own recipe and cannot be found anywhere but at a Lunardi store.
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