There are two thing that are served in this house almost every day. Search warrants and subpoenas. I’m kidding. Strawberries (because it is the only thing that EVERYONE eats) and roasted vegetables. Now, the latter rarely comes into contact with a plastic plate in this house, but it graces our “grown up” dishware quite frequently. They go with EVERYTHING! Except one thing, that we will come to later in this post.
Tonight, Chris had to go into work at 4:30PM, so I was on my own for dinner. And when I say “on my own” I of course mean “surrounded by screaming, sloppy, little people.” In these financially challenged times, I always pack Chris a lunch, or dinner, or whatever he’s going to be eating while he’s there so I wanted to hit two birds with one stone. A roasted vegetable kind of stone. Yeah, I know that doesn’t make any sense, but I didn’t want you to think I was actually out in the backyard, trying to hit two birds with one stone to cook for dinner. You barbarian…I can’t believe you thought that. Anyway…
On this evening in particular, I had a hankering for some brussel sprouts. So I roasted a bunch with some olive oil, rosemary, thyme, peppers, carrots, zucchini, onions and a lot of garlic. Like, enough garlic to ensure that Edward Cullen will not be stopping by for dinner, here or anywhere within a 100 mile radius of this house. I’m more of a Jacob girl anyway.
Sooo….this is what came out of my oven 20 minutes later.
“Why, Lora,” you’re saying. “That does look like a healthy and delicious meal!” And I’m saying, “I ain’t no frickin’ bird. That is the beginning of my meal.” So I mixed Chris’s half with some tortellini, parsley and parmesan, then sent him to work with this: