Palmy/Chicken

It was a dance filled weekend. A little frustrated at the imbalance with the ballerina girl, the lifts getting easier and easier, the 1 hour bus wait.

Tiring. But in the end, kinda worth it.

And there's only so much heckling I will take at a bar before I launch a first punch.

And now, ingredients for my dinner last night.

Drizzle with lemon juice to taste.

Dear lord, I think I'm becoming Martha Stewart.