I know I know, the whole world is against the boneless skinless chicken breast – often referred lovingly as the BS chicken breast. In a way, I can understand why some (most?) people hate it. It’s unforgiving. Cook it a minute too long and it will be as dry and tough as the advice your aunt gave you during your rebellious teen years.
Tzatziki! Saat-zee-kee (thank you Mary ;))! Yey!! It’s one of my all-time favourite dips. It’s Greek, it’s fresh, it’s tasty and it’s healthy! What more could you want out of a dip? Huh? Huh?
I hate waiting. Don’t you? That lingering feeling of uncertainty that seems to perpetually last into forever. Slowly bullying you emotionally, you swear that you’re edging nearer to insanity. Obviously I’m not talking about waiting in the sense where a husband might wait restlessly for his wife to finish putting on her make-up so that they can finally go out and eat (err.. no, I wasn’t talking about me). Nor am I talking about waiting patiently in line at the post office/bank for close to an hour and then finally realising that you weren’t in the correct line in the first place. No, no. I’m talking about something else. Something bigger. I’m talking about waiting for that life-changing, make-a-believer-out-of-me “something”. The kind that makes your palms sweat and heart beat a little faster whenever you think about it. The kind that creeps into your dreams at night, fearing for the worst and making a nervous wreck out of you in the morning. And no, that expensive coffee machine is not your friend and would not soothe your tortured soul.