Today I took the kids to swimming lessons and swim team practice. They go every day of the week except Wednesday. It just gets to be a lot ya know? With golf on Wednesdays, reading on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s, horse back riding on Tuesday’s… you get the point. 

I swear I just woke up and it’s 4:09 pm! What’s for dinner? GULP. What can I whip up in an hour? Yes I find myself frantic for the first ten minutes. I start looking through my refrigerator and pulling food items out like a mobster looking for a smooth deal. I know I have a whole chicken and it’s my go to recipe! It’s the only blasted recipe I have on my site right now. Okay, roasted chicken it is.

My seven year old girl comes in from walking the dog. Her face is red and sweaty and I know very soon she will be asking for a snack. I ask her in a cool tone if she would like to help chop carrots. Of course! She replies. She is my pickiest eater, but get her in the kitchen and she will rant and rave about our gourmet meals! Even if it’s only shredded cheese slapped onto a tortilla.

While Lilly chopped, I picked some fresh herbs off the deck and gave them a good washing. Chopped them messily with the scizzors. All of a sudden I feel like I got this. I can do dinner. I can make it look like I’m the pro my mama raised. Except Lilly now decides she’s done chopping after the second carrot. Yes you can go to your Meema’s! I finish chopping and hum I’m the One by Bieber like it’s Beethoven’s 9th Symphony.  here you sick of all the imitators… I’m the one yeah… hum hum yeah

OK so after I chopped up all the veggies and put em in the casserole dish, I got out my chicken and washed it really well. Saved the inside organs for stock. Patted the chicken dry and plopped it on top of my veggies. Put it in a smokin hawt oven of 500 degrees. 

That’s a terrible picture of the bird in the oven but that’s what you get from a tired and lazy housewife. I wonder if Afterlight can fix it?! 

Anyway… the bird browns for 20 minutes, then you take your olive oil mixed with chopped herbs and salt and pepper and baste it on the chicken. Reduce temp to 325 and bake another 45 minutes while blasting  the chicken with the oil. 

I let this baby rest for 20 minutes before carving. Just as I realized I had successfully finished supper, my four year said she felt like puking. Ahhh and I shared her lunch! ???