It's better than sauce from a jar, but it's a lot more effort. I think a good compromise is to make the yogurt marinade and marinate the chicken overnight, then add the remaining marinade to the store-bought sauce the next day. More tender chicken and improved flavor for the sauce, but medium amount of work.
I've been eating this "riced cauliflower" stuff. It looks like rice, it tastes like rice, it has the texture of rice in mah mouth.
So I can literally fill a plate and throw some stir fry on top and I feel like I'm have a load of carbs - but there aren't any - and so low cal too. My brain is fooled and I feel satisfied.
I made a pork loin with garlic and smoked paprika rub, herbed buttered egg noodles, fried plantains, and a big mess of collard greens. That's FOUR THINGS.
Shakshuka with feta, except I used a (probably not super authentic) Ethiopian berbere spice mix instead of paprika/cayenne/cumin, and then I cooked chicken thighs in it.
It snowed a few days ago, so I decided we could have one last soup before it gets too hot to make soup. At Matlock's request, it was cabbage and meatball soup, and I also made a couple loaves of bread to go with it.
Thing is, it was a big batch of soup. Much more than we could eat all at once, even with help from a couple other people who had some.
Bela Tarr's final film before retirement was The Turin Horse, a story about a peasant father and daughter living alone on a desolate windswept plain with only an old horse from an apocryphal story about Neitzsche's decline into madness. Every day, they wake up, dress in the same tattered clothes they wear every day, go out to the well to get water, and for sustenance, the daughter cooks two potatoes, which they eat, still painfully hot, with their hands, accompanied only by a little salt from the salt cellar on the table.
And I think to myself, "My cultural references don't work. I always need to explain them."
Lizzie Borden's alleged motive was days old mutton stew. That's probably better.
Anyway, my point being, Matlock is still eating that cabbage and meatball soup for dinner. He says he's not tired of it yet, but he's a pretty polite guy, even to me.
I made some brownies for later so I won't get axe murdered.