Tastes like chicken.

Yeah, so the now retitled boyfriend chicken? Awesome.
Recipe? Manana.

Why is it that my phone doesn't ring, ever, from 4:30 till 5:00 on a day when I have all the time in the world to do whatever I freakin' want after work, but when I've got to get the hell out of there at 5:00:01 I get a call that will take me a half hour to deal with?

Mind you, I get paid to show the overnight accomodations for out of town families in need. But seriously it takes a half hour, minimum, and when did the concierge call me? 4:56. Say it with me, boys and girls. $()!()#!&$*@!($#*~!! The people I took around were very nice, and exceptionally appreciative, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't leave work till 5:30, and had really hoped to have picked up some prosciutto and been home by then. That? Didn't happen. Oh well.

And dessert? Ginger Creme Brulee. And no, he was not aware beforehand that Creme Brulee is my absolute favorite dessert. And yes, he has a pocket blowtorch, and yes, it was utterly fabulous. The ginger was there, but wasn't overly strong (like a ginger altoid), and the whole thing was... damn. It was awesome.

This one? Definitely a keeper. (Shit, did I just say that?)