
Sometimes great, fantastic tasting things are born out of misery. The misery being that the last time I made Cornish Game hens for supper, I was feeling to rotten to eat mine by the time dinner rolled around. I promptly threw Mike's onto a plate, mumbled something intelligible to him (probably that it was all he was getting and to find something to go with it) and went and lay down to at least … [Read more...]









