it's an obsession

my youngest brother is newly obsessed with parsley. it is his "secret ingredient" in everything he makes and the best spice in the universe as far as he's concerned. what brought on this obsession? well, this weekend while my parents were out of town, i gave my brothers complete control of the kitchen... or supervised complete control. some of the meals were successes, while others were merely a step to a successfully refined recipe later on. because, yes, we were just making things up as we went along.

we made chicken rolled in oatmeal, but one brother didnt want to add any spices. so we didnt. while not exactly bad, it was pretty bland. imagine oatmeal without the sugar or the raisins or the honey or anything. yeah, it was a bit like that but with chicken. the chicken part was good and honey mustard/bbq sauce added flavor. so while not a complete failure, we've all tried better things. the roasted potatoes we made were delicious, though. and the boys both were super excited to be allowed to use the knives to cut the potatoes and raw chicken. touching all the raw food was totally up their alley, too.

while making himself an omelet, the younger of the two said he needed to add another ingredient to "make it his." he looked through the spice cabinet and decided on parsley leaves. when his omelet was done, he fell in love. i told him it was good after trying a bite and he said, "aww shucks... you're only saying that cause it's absolutely true." no worries about insecurities with this one. he also pointed out that how sometimes the omelets i make him are not folded perfectly in half, his was. if i want tips, he can teach me when he gets the time. he'll also help my dad to let him know the perfect time to add the cheese and secret ingredient.

anyway, he just made himself a bean and cheese burrito for lunch tomorrow. with lots of parsley.

*Obsession - Frankie J