Feeding Myself

My wife is a wonderful cook.  But for these three years while she is at the U of M, I have had plenty of opportunity to cook.  Sometimes for the two of us.  Much of the time, for myself.

Sometimes, my meals look like this.

Yes, that's leftover pizza.

But then again, I have made myself some real meals.  And, though I am not sure I would have predicted it, I have even had the chance to created one or two things.  Last night, I had one of those "recipes" again.   I will make it for Sherry sometime, now that I am pretty sure I can recreate it.  (When I first put the ingredients together, I didn't exactly keep track of things.  So when I made it yesterday, I paid more attention.)

It's a chicken bake.  I like it.