One Tuesday evening, I was knee-deep in dinner indecision. My fridge had chicken thighs, a half-used carton of mushrooms, and a bottle of Marsala wine...
You know those chaotic Tuesday evenings when the kids are finishing homework, someone’s shouting they can’t find their soccer cleats, and the dog is barking...
In my home, chicken isn’t just a protein—it’s practically a food group. With two energetic kids who request “chicken something” at least twice a week...