Our Monday was something else.
It was actually going quite well.
Put a chicken in the sink to thaw.
Get the kids to school.
Pick kids up from school .
Then enter the MONDAY part of Monday..
Go back to the school that exists basically INSIDE the GALLERIA OF HOUSTON and retrieve left behind lovey.
This takes an hour.
Trade many phone calls with husband on dinner – deciding to let the chicken be a mulligan and order in . Chinese? Zoe’s?
Get phone call after I am home from hubby still undecided on dinner. You know what? This chicken is in the sink. I got this. COME HOME YOUR KIDS ARE WILD (in my voice, he understood it).
You see – I keep one of these in my freezer most of the time:
It cooks in an hour.
It tastes like I made a fuss.
Paired with green beans and some rice pilaf (yes, from a box) and dinner is served and amazing.
The thing that undid the mondays of Monday was our amazing Houston weather. We opened our patio doors, played some Van Morrison, and drank wine while the kids chalk colored the entire patio.
We drank this – Rock Angel
Any Rose lover, as myself, has more than likely had Whispering Angel. I like it, but I often feel as though I am drinking pink water.
Enter Rock Angel. It’s like Whispering Angels’ older sister wearing eye liner and taking up the phone line all day with her friends.
Oops. Aged myself there.
This was made for almost summer days on the patio with wild kids covered in chalk. It was made for dancing in the kitchen while dinner is in the oven.
I highly recommend you grab this one. It’s clean. Crisp. Citrus forward.
NOT pink water. Definitely edges out the little sister.
Go forth. Stock your freezer with chicken and your fridge with this rose. Have Alexa play Van Morrison and enjoy a little sunshine.
What else are you going to do on a Monday?