I awoke with less of a hangover than I deserved and a craving for chicken. I almost never crave chicken, because chicken is the most boring meat — a duck craving would have made sense — but there I was, craving chicken.
We had been meaning to try The Country Cat’s brunch, and since weekday brunch is a thing in Portland, we did just that.
I got the chicken.
Sadly, the chicken was not very good. It was dry and the batter was hard to cut through. I didn’t really care for the spoonbread either.
So that was disappointing.
Sean’s dish, however, was very good. He had ordered the braised beef dish with poached eggs, and it was delicious.
I spent most of the remainder of the day cleaning, then I went to Trader Joe’s and Target to get ingredients and supplies for a cocktail post I’m working on.
When I got home, I made and drank three Arnold Palmers.
I also dipped Pretzel Crisps in queso, like a damn hero.
Then I ate the last bit of the fruit snacks.
On a whim, I made a batch of corn muffins.
I ate two.
That was washed down with some of my favorite ginger beer.