Roasted Garlic Chicken – just eh…
As I sit here, eating my tiny cup o’ Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream and reminisce on dinner, I have to say it was just alright. Rather uninspiring sadly. It could be a reflection of my day. I spent 2 hours too long at the doctor’s office for Eli’s well baby visit. And he officially knows what the doctor’s office is and sensed his impending doom as we waited in the cubby hole. I hate the doctor’s office as much as he does now.
We also had playgroup. Dinner seemed to come together awfully quickly. Little did I know that the chicken was slightly cold, er, maybe even frozen in some spots.
Prep
(I’m feeling rather Irish-y today, must be something in the air.) I prepped the garlic in the morning. Luckily, it was just a smash and de-skin job. I was expecting more garlic flavor from the head of garlic, it was sort of there, lackluster garlic flavor.

Tweedle Yum decided to spill his juice all over his tray. He ate some of the dinner. The other Tweedle spit out his garlic (sorry no photos) and proceeded to have a discussion about how his food tasted “Funny” not “funny ha-ha,” but “funny for kids to eat.” Which I’m still not sure is a compliment or a critique.
It’s a recipe bust and probably won’t use this one again. It was alright.
Here’s the recipe if you want to give it a go:
(I added potatoes, carrots, and cauliflower, another low point in my dinner escapades but I’d rather just let it go away.)
Now back to my Ben and Jerry’s….mmm….
As you ramble through life, whatever be your goal;
Keep your eye upon the doughnut, and not upon the hole.
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