Last Thursday I had just enough time to let my dog out after work before meeting my friends AC and Luke for happy hour at a local drinking establishment. We imbibed in a cocktail or two before heading home. I was not very hungry and had no intention of making anything other than toast to eat when AC and Luke kindly offered to bring all the makings of dinner over to my house (they live a block away).
They arrived with a bag full of chicken parts and a box of Bisquick (I kid you not). The only milk I had was over a month old and smelled like. . .well. . . not so much like milk anymore, so they were forced to provide that as well in order to make biscuits. I let them tinker around in my kitchen while I tried to put this, my newest IKEA purchase, together.
Within minutes my house smelled absolutely amazing and I suddenly remembered what it was like to have an appetite. Before I had completed my project, dinner was ready.
I basically inhaled the chicken breast and biscuits they made for me. When I asked Luke what he did to make the chicken taste so good he said he just seasoned it with salt and pepper, threw a few slices of garlic on top and baked it in a casserole dish. AC made the biscuits using a recipe off the Bisquick box, similar to this one, only they were drop biscuits because I don't own a biscuit cutter. We sat on my couch and ate while watching LOST. It was—by far—one of the best dinners I've eaten all month. (I eventually managed to put the nightstand together, and it’s a perfect fit for my printer, in case you were wondering.)
Good friends are hard to find. Good friends willing to make you dinner at a moment's notice are rare indeed.