SummerPasta_Chicken_IMG_8827Tonight was not a good night. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when I received a bill for over $6,000, because the hospital accidentally sent my amnio to an out of network lab. I know it’s just money and who cares, really. But I was already at my limit.

Shane is still in bed, after nearly two weeks, several doctors, and a dope-peddler’s-fantasy worth of prescription narcotics.

What to make for dinner when you seem to be paying back a lifetime’s-worth of karmic debt, all at once? Corn, baby. Corn makes me happy. Pump up the joy with perfectly in-season heirloom cherry tomatoes, butter, pasta, cheese and scallions. Well, it’s almost enough to make a girl feel better.

A bottle of wine would have been nice, but of course I’m not allowed to drink (much) wine, that would make life too easy.

I can’t get enough cucumber salad these days, so we had that too. Chicken for Rose and Shane was seasoned with Penzey’s Mural of Flavor and salt (of course), and sautéed in butter and olive oil.

Raise a virtual glass, y’all, to better days.