After procuring the rosemary, I set about making the hens dance with some olive oil, ably assisted by Henry. Alex was a bit grossed out. With the assistance of Henry's clean hands, I peppered and salted, stuffed with rosemary and a Cutie quarter, and placed the birds on the pan. Of course, there was some garlic.
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| That there is genuine Reynolds wrap. |
Into the oven they went. Soon the house smelled of rosemary. Delightful.
The sides for the feast were green beans and mashed potatoes. Have microwave, will travel.
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| These are always a hit with the guys. |
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| As I do not mash, this is the next best thing. |
Here the birds are, roasting away:
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| They look cozy, no? |
The rolls were not terribly exciting, so I didn't take a picture of them.
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