Our son is returning to campus this weekend so he got to choose last weekend's meals.
He asked for steak on Saturday and for Sunday he wanted chicken, dressing, creamed potatoes, gravy, etc.
Essentially, Thanksgiving, but without turkey.
My husband loves to cook. He can make a mean roasted chicken.
At the risk of getting a bit raunchy, he cleans it, rubs it, stuffs it, and dresses it.
I didn't get a photo of the cooked chicken because it fell apart and just didn't look very photogenic.
(BTW, that red enameled iron pot is the best thing we've bought for cooking in a long time.
It's not that really expensive brand, it's a Lodge, and we recommend it highly.
We bought a second one in a smaller size.)
The nineteen year old's plate.
(first plate, that is)