It was a murky and often unsettling.....

       There I was carousing among the isles of numerous grocery stores, peering out into the distant thunderless, unsettling, indeterminate day we all seemed to be sharing, and partly

 because of what I chose to remove via my cart, leaving the confines of the store behind, I visualized numerous culinary processes when I would arrive home, and delegate my mind thoughts to the tasks

ahead.  I had made a collection of artichokes, including the couple small ones I had decapitated from my own artichoke plants in our back yard, and had decided they were all going to party
in some perkolating water with some of their lunatic friends, such as old bay seasoning , sweet basil, italian seasoning and the standard crown of misfits such as salt, pepper, garlic and paprika.    

        While that was blissfully minding it's own business, I deboned some chicken breasts, using the carcasses for stock, and took the medallions and breaded them up in some panko and a few of the

 usual spiced up suspects, along with a few herbs.  The leftover 10 boneless, skinless breasts found their way into vacuum sealed bags, got labeled and dated, and put away for a later meal, in

the freezer.  The next process was to fry those breaded medallions up, and let them simmer and drain onto a paper toweled plate.  

        

               Now, we have a stockpile of artichokes ready to dig into, 10 chicken meals of various flavor profiles and side dishes, stock  to say, make some split pea soup, to sip from an audacious

 oriental spoon on a breezy day, listening to the tinkle of the leaves, and a profound mound of deliciously spiced, tender and juicy chicken strips to mingle with our taste buds as we watch some movie, or

"WHEEL OF FORTUNE", instead of eating some bombastic air popped popcorn, with gobs of butter running down our cheeks.  So from all of my multiple personalities, to all of you who so graciously find the time and the will to gather the inertia to plow thru such nonsense like this, I humbly thank you from the bottom of my mind....Steven, the Friday Afternoon Leprechaun in the kitchen, with his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Child, I bid you a fond farewell.