On Sunday we had a late holiday staff party. Unfortunately 3.5 (One of them doesn’t count as full staff, they work for free to get kitchen experience) people couldn’t make it, so Jason dragged a couple of his friends to come to fill out the numbers. Still made too much chicken; that is half of a whole chicken on my plate. And I ate it. There was hardly any bone in that thing. And then later I had a drumstick. I ate 3/4 of a chicken guys (and potatoes, braised daikon, and kale).
For dessert we had my dessert! Which I will post tomorrow with the recipe (and all my modifications). It was the best cake I’ve ever made. And I didn’t even bake it willingly. Boss just posted in the group chat that there was dinner at his place on Sunday, and that I would be bringing the cake. I said that was news to me, and everyone just said thanks and sent me thumbs up and kissy emojis. My first thought was that I was going to bake water pie or that fake apple pie (that’s really made with ritz crackers), in honour of depression cooking. But then I started looking at dulce de leche and got inspired. Oh well, jokes on them, that entire cake is like 9000+ calories and we’re still doing the healthy challenge (says the girl that ate 3/4 of a chicken).