I was in the supermarket and looking at those cute little chickens and then my brain closed down the door. I took them and was thinking how I wanted to work with them….my thoughts already found the goal. After the cashier…”welcome back brain”…I clapped myself on my forehead….I’ve just bought quails.🤦♀️
Weren’t I the one who said I don’t really want to go for a second try again? I am such a granny. Thanks brain for leaving me at that moment. Another hit, oh Jr also said he didn’t really like quail that much. I went in there with enthusiasm and came out dejected.😔
Well, I had to cook these two quails anyway. With a queasy feeling I removed the remaining few tiny feathers from the birds. There it goes, Jr suddenly asked me what I was cooking for dinner…..I couldn’t tell him….only said it’s a surprise. (with a bad feeling)
Jr ate the meal without a tone and then said it’s nice. He even asked for supplement. Indeed a surprise! I was standing in the kitchen worrying he might complaint…..silly me.
My unexpected stars were: quails, garlic-mashed potaoes, red peppers and gniff carrots