Red Hot Chicken

I swear, I've eaten since October.

A change I've gone through since then though is that I've developed gestational diabetes, which is no fun at all for a person who likes to cook. I feel stiffled by my diet, and food just hasn't been at all fun. But...I do eat. Just not what I always would like to eat.

In my mind, tonight I had some really good french fries with some great garlic aoli. Then, there was a crispy fried white fish and I washed it down with a nice pint of Guiness. Yup. That was my mind's eye meal. It was good.

What did I actually eat? Well, I had some chicken which I baked with just a little salt on my pizza stone. I love my pizza stone. I can cook anything on it, and it doesn't matter. Everything turns out well. I think I need to buy a stone dish with sides so that I can start cooking things which would run over the flat pizza stone surface. Anyway, back to the actual meal--otherwise known as the reason you've continued to read.

I tossed this cooked chicken in a mixture of melted butter and Frank's Red Hot Wing Sauce. It ended up being a bit too hot for me, so I cut it with a little ranch dressing, but Kevin ate it right down.

On the side of that, we had a crunchy green salad and cucumbers. Unfortunately, since it's winter the salads haven't been as good and the cucumbers all have that wax on them, so I have to peel them. I hate touching that wax; it gives me the heeby-jeebies. We also had some thin slices of tomatoes with mozzerella, olive oil, and sprinkled with salt, pepper, and dried basil.

So, that was my dinner. Tomorrow? Who knows.