ingredients:
- olive oil
- package of chicken breasts or boneless skinless chicken thighs (I prefer dark meat, so I do the thighs)
- can of peaches or apricots, or cranberries (Up to you about the sugar, I try to find fruit in light syrup)
- optional seasoning like tarragon, Herbs de Provence, or sprigs of rosemary
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Preheat oven to 375
Put chicken in a glass pan and liberally drizzle olive oil over chicken– not so that it’s swimming, but there should be liquid at the bottom of the pan.
Open can of fruit, disperse fruit around pan. Sprinkle tarragon, HdP, or place sprigs of rosemary.
Bake for 45 minutes to an hour, until chicken is fully cooked. Check occasionally. About halfway through bake time, I turn my chicken over–this mixes the juices and I think it cooks faster.
Chicken will be super juicy and delicious!!
This gem is one of my all-time favorites.
This movie is a MUST SEE for so many reasons. History: it was censored, cut up, squirreled away and scattered by WWII. In the late 80s, a dedicated director, Giorgio Moroder went on a hunt to find it. He got most of it, put it together, and added an 80’s soundtrack. (Queen!). And just recently, another section was found. The movie has been re-released (2001) and is now available in the closest form to what Fritz Lang intended all along. THIS MOVIE WILL BLOW YOUR MIND FOR HOW AHEAD OF IT’S TIME IT WAS!
I mentioned this one in Monkey Mind. A solid example of film noir. Not Fritz Lang’s best, but still worth watching. The story is reminiscent of Blue Beard– our heroine begins to suspect that her husband killed his previous wife. What it may lack in plot, it makes up for with camera work and gorgeous noir.
It took me a long time to come around about camellias… not sure why, but now I’m a fan. This is my favorite– candy stripe. And it’s cold hearty and blooms in winter! Mine is late this year– usually blooms for Christmas but here it is February, and the plant is loaded with buds about to pop.
I suspect the reason I love this movie is that it reminds me of my childhood. I lived on a U-shaped street; my best friend lived at the joint, so she could see both sides of the U. I don’t know how many calls we had that began, “Look out the window!”
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