auntiemeesh | Operation Make My Own Food if it Kills Me, phase two.

Well, we won't know until tomorrow if it's killed me or not, but the food was cooked and consumed with a minimum of bloodshed or angst. I had picked up some chicken breasts over the weekend which I thawed out this evening and brutally wrestled into edible submission. I'm not really sure how one usually goes about cooking meat, since I prefer to get my meat already cooked by professionals, but my method tonight was to liberally sprinkle the meat with some lemon pepper seasoning that I bought at CVS (because I seriously don't have anything even vaguely resembling anything other than salt and pepper), throw it into a frying pan with a bit of oil at medium heat. Once it was nicely seared on both sides I turned the heat down and let it cook until it was white all the way through. I'm not sure what heat setting this is supposed to be accomplished at, or how long it should take, so I was forced to slice into the meat frequently to see how much progress was being made. When I was satisfied that the meat was thoroughly cooked, I let it cook just a little longer because I'm terrified of food poisoning, but then used the same spatula thingy to take the chicken out of the pan as I used to put it in, so that may have defeated the purpose. *sigh*

So I had some lemon chicken with rice and diced tomatoes for supper. Now I'll just wait and see if I've irrevocably poisoned myself or not. Tomorrow, I think I'll just go with a baked potato - sounds nice and safe, doesn't it?