I'm not quite sure what it is about what my husband does to food that makes it so special, but whatever it is, I love it. Easy chicken skewers, or so they seem. But bursting with flavour. He says it was simply bbq sauce. I call bullshit on that. There's something he's doing that he's not telling me.
As I read this to him he's telling me that yes, he did add a bunch of stuff to the bottled sauce that was sitting in the fridge. Hickory smoke, spices, garlic, molasses, maple syrup. Holy cow!! No wonder!! I guess I just don't have the guts to do stuff like that. I'm afraid I will fail and create an inedible meal. That's why I eat, not cook.
Along with the chicken was some red onion and zucchini – grilled to perfection. A bed of wilted fresh beet greens add an earthiness to the plate, and crisp green beans and corn shaved off the cob completed the side.
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