I did not end up cooking last night.  I lost the urge around seven or so when I asked my husband if he was hungry yet (we had big lunches) and he said “not even a little bit.”

Meet my husband–the man who has the digestive system of a snake.  The dude could eat a tic tac on Monday and still feel full on Friday.

I wasn’t about to make all of that food just for myself (especially since I don’t actually liked mashed potatoes and was only going to make them because they had been requested).  So the chicken went into the fridge to be kept until tonight.

And that’s okay because I didn’t really read the directions for the Pioneer Woman’s recipe until late yesterday afternoon–and the first thing it says is to marinate the chicken in buttermilk overnight.  Oops.

So tonight we will be making the Better Homes and Gardens fried chicken recipe (because I kind of did not have time to set up a marinade for the chicken before I left the house this morning), corn on the cob and mashed potatoes.  Maybe.  It depends on how this afternoon and evening go.

In other news, I am downtown for the third time this week.  Monday was planned.  Tuesday was a whim.  Today is annoying.  I’m not here because I particularly wanted to be.  I’m here because Will ran down the battery on his phone super early today and needed his charging cord that was sitting on his nightstand and because I am one hell of an awesome wife.

Also–if you get a chance, stop by Pause || Comma.  It’s a brand spankin’ new blog started by one of my old high school pals who finally decided to join the blogosphere.