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Day 46: It was okay. Just fine.

And, just like that, another work week begins.  The day flew by, and Alice got several long walks.  Several passes by the neighborhood cat's stoop, and even one sighting.  Lucky dog.

Return of the Toast
Avocado toast is back, friends.  I bought these several days ago, but only now are they finally ripe. With Everything Bagel seasoning.  Yum.  I thought the banana made a nice parallel composition on the plate, and I had TWO giant cups of coffee.


Taco Lentils and Southwest Salad
A beautiful thing about the ancho taco lentils is they last a good long time in the fridge-- since Day 35, in fact.  I squeezed this in between several hours of web meetings today.  Paired again with the TJ's Southwest Salad, it made for a satisfying lunch.


Moroccan Chicken on Couscous
Today was another New Recipe Monday.  This one used several items that were priorities: chicken thighs with a use-by date of this week, the juice from a can of plum tomatoes (left from ratatouille), and a lot of dried fruit that I bought when stocking up self-stable foods a few months ago.  Something Moroccan-ish sounded like a plan.  I subbed capers for the olives.  And rather than grind ras el hanout, I added some sweet smoked paprika to the Moroccan mix I had in the drawer, bringing it to about 2 Tbsp of spices altogether.

I have to say, this one was not my favorite.  I'm not going to link to the recipe, because I made too many substitutions for it to be a fair assessment.  When it came off the stove, it was overly-lemony; adding some honey and a little brown sugar brought it back in to better balance.  It turns out the apricots were really quite sour on their own.  Oh well, you win some/you lose some.  Jeff was more positive about it, saying he would have it again. I think we can do better in this genre, and we will try to.  It was healthy and filled us up, and the chicken was very tender. It was okay.
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