The wonderful thing about not freaking out about fat is that you are open to all sorts of possibilities.
Consider a Tuesday night, you are nearly through to Hump day, the week is still blah! So do you really want to prepare food when, let’s face it, a heathy slug of red wine is so much more tempting. But feed the inner you is what needs to happen at some point. Well, luckily for me our supermarket (food market, call it what you want market), sells BBQ free range chicken and nice and moist it is. But chicken on it’s own, although rather enticing, needs a little something extra. So a forage in my fridge comes up with sour cream, mushrooms and a 1/2 bag of baby spinach.
Brilliant – so here we go!!