My bomb-diggity dinner.

Yes, that is the most sophisticated, succinct description I could come up with in my journalism-obsessed mind.

I've been the one making dinners for Bjorn and me lately, since the man can't even make toast. (I'm teaching him.)

I'm no domestic goddess, and I've never been too fantastic with a spatula, but I did feed myself just fine when I lived in the dorms the last two years. Katie is the Culinary Queen, while I can make KILLER chocolate chip cookies. (Humility fully intended.)

But the other night, and I don't hold back here, I made one BOMB-DIGGITY DINNER.

I grilled chicken breasts stove-top with butter, garlic, and a dash of salt and pepper. And they turned out not only FULLY cooked (something I fully expected not to happen, as I never have success with chicken that thick), but TENDER too! Bonus points for moi!!

Then I boiled potatoes with salt, pepper, and melted butter on top of them...the only thing missing was sour cream. :(

And I made a salad that I made a few nights ago that we LOVED - iceberg lettuce with herbs, hard-boiled eggs, and bacon crumbles.



YUM. E.

Go ahead. You have my permission to be impressed.