When I start to cook Shabbat dinner I usually discuss the menu with whoever is hanging around the kitchen before I start cooking. Today, it was my husband. His face got all soft and he talked about how much he loved last week's chicken made to taste like a better version of the rotisserie chicken his mother used to buy.
It was hard to refuse so I mixed up the spices, rubbed them on the chicken and let the oven do its thing.
We are also eating barley cooked in last week's chicken juice, gazpacho, and a big salad.
This is Labor Day weekend. As I walked home from some of my Friday errands I noticed that although it is still warm out, the trees are showing the first colors of autumn.
Shabbat Shalom!
It was hard to refuse so I mixed up the spices, rubbed them on the chicken and let the oven do its thing.
We are also eating barley cooked in last week's chicken juice, gazpacho, and a big salad.
This is Labor Day weekend. As I walked home from some of my Friday errands I noticed that although it is still warm out, the trees are showing the first colors of autumn.
Shabbat Shalom!
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