
We are a regular sort. We regularly listen to music throughout the day. We regularly have a pile of laundry out the wazoo. We regularly use more spoons than forks. And on Monday nights (okay, maybe Tuesdays sometimes), we have Roasted Chicken. Roasted Chicken sounds like what regular people eat, but regular doesn’t mean bad. To have a reliable go-to meal, that’s no fuss, relatively continue reading …






