You know you're a commuter when...

You find yourself unconsciously timing sips of coffee to avoid the upcoming road bumps.

Sigh.

Resolution Recipe... for Failure!

I really should know better than to try cooking something new and slightly involved on a crappy day.

Moderate rain snarled the afternoon traffic, more than doubling my commute home.

I started the recipe - chicken marinated in soy and ginger, cooked with caramelized onions and lettuce in a clay pot - by turning on the oven. It took a longer time to preheat than normal, which was a bit odd but I didn't think anything of it. When I had assembled the dish and was preparing to cook it, I opened the oven - to see the bowl of bread dough, now thoroughly ruined. I had forgotten all about it since this AM. Pity; the moist air would have helped make good bread.

Notwithstanding, I baked the chicken for the requisite time. It was done at 7:30 PM, which given my 0:dark-thirty rising time is later than I like to eat. But still. The dish looks pretty as I serve it, at least.

Then I cut into the chicken.
Still bloody.
I'll probably never try this one again. It looked good, but...

Fuck it. It's just a bad day all 'round. I'm off to take a bath and then to bed.