In which I'm grateful for quinoa and frozen yogurt

We bought a share at a local farm this year. It's been fun and interesting to stretch my cooking boundaries and figure out what to do with unfamiliar produce like kale, radicchio, cabbage and beets. Ry has been loving the home-cooked meals. Today I was looking through my Rachel Ray magazine and found a recipe that called for chicken and radicchio. It also had balsamic vinegar, honey and plums. Score! How could I possibly go wrong? Because it wasn't a big recipe, I decided to make and serve the chicken over quinoa.

One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my grandfather pulling out the crackers and peanut butter whenever his wife served a meal he didn't care for. This should have been a crackers and peanut butter night.

My first bite tasted of balsamic vinegar. So did each ensuing bite. Then Cheeky Monkey, who never met a chicken he didn't like, spit it out. Ry damned it with faint praise, saying, "I like it. I don't love it, but I like it!" And Gummy Bear? Well, I pulled a piece of chicken out of the pan, rinsed it with cold water and smothered it in BBQ sauce. Let's just say that we mostly had quinoa for dinner.

I decided that tonight was definitely a night to go out for frozen yogurt. "HURRAH!" Gummy Bear said. "Yeah, we all have lots of room," said Ry. 

Quinoa and frozen yogurt ... dinner of champions.