Years ago, in what seems another lifetime, I was a mom with young kids at home. I cooked for my family. The children grew up, moved out, married, had families of their own. I promptly became a fan of whatever was fast and easy. The Schwan man and I be mates.
I like it best when someone else cooks, but if not, I can be happy with a can of peaches for a meal. Sad, isn’t it? I’m told that I roast the best turkey, so holidays are my responsibility, and I have a few other favorites that I prepare when the mood strikes. Still, cooking is not an enjoyable hobby for me. I have a writer-friend who is truly a gourmet. Being treated to a meal at her home is like going to a 5 star restaurant, including how the food is placed on your plate. It’s truly a work of art.
Anyway, around 5:15 this morning, as I was riding away on my stationary bike, getting in my 30 minutes of cardio, to be followed by 80 sit-ups, I was watching the Fox News morning show. They were talking about this Engagement Chicken from Glamour Magazine. Supposedly, single women serve this and they get marriage proposals, thus the name. It looks rather yummy and very simple. This looks like something I can do.