So yesterday, in pursuit of a dish that could last a few days (which gives me measured protions that I can make up quickly each night after the gym) I tried something new as a variation on an old theme. Roast Chicken. Moroccan Roast Chicken, to be exact and therein lies the twist.
Having found myself the requisite bird, I added to it a blend of moroccan style spices and herbs to be able to up the flavour. Garlic, coriander, pepper, saffron, cumin, salt, paprika and cayenne. The result was pretty pleasing in the end, especially since it was an invention. I'll now use the chicken over the next few days in whatever way my tiny brain can concoct, and I'll post the results later in the week, but here's a taster:
The other part of my week, and the second part of my drive in this post is the hunt for a piano. I have finally decided firmly that the piano fund gifted to me by my beloved will go to getting me a true, functional acoustic upright piano. It may not be the best in the world, but then neither am I. I just have the utmost hankering to be able to head home of an evening and play at whim, to be able to serenade the universe as I see fit. Whether it likes it or not.
I know full well that I have missed one iron clad bargain, but that and having seen a couple of other pianos has convinced me that the piano for me is out there, waiting for me to snaffle it. And however long it takes, that is a very, very good feeling.

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