Monday, January 3, 2011

Presidio Chicken

My dad has always laughed at how much I love free stuff. Whenever an amuse bouche arrives, or there is a pile of mints, or chocolate chip cookies at First Republic, he whispers "free," and we giggle because we are so psyched. Tori calls it "granddaughter of the depression" syndrome.
Now that i live closer to the land, I have a little obsession with foraging so on Michael's rehab walks when we come upon mass amounts of rosemary, I want to pick pick pick because it is free free free.

Honestly, I don't even like rosemary and at this moment I am over roasting whole chickens, but I couldn't think of anything else to do with it- ideas? rosemary popsicles?