Mango Tango

I momentarily decided that I don't eat enough salad, so I picked up a head of butter lettuce. I'm not particularly sure of the benefits of eating living lettuce, but that's what I accidentally picked up without even realizing I was supposed to "plant" it in a glass of water when I got home. It wilted a bit after a day in the fridge before I plunked it in a glass of water, but it still tasted lettucy and I assume I still benefited from it somehow other than having a really odd paper weight in my kitchen. I'd never had butter lettuce before, so perhaps the living lettuce thing is a special ability of it. To me it tastes no different than any other lettuce, though it does look a little prettier and feel a little softer.

I made the butter lettuce into a Butter Lettuce and Nectarine Salad, which was little more than those 2 ingredients and a vinaigrette which tastes like virgin strawberry margaritas, which isn't a bad thing. I quickly remembered that I don't like salads because there is so much washing involved, lettuces take up so much room in the fridge and they make impossible leftovers. My monthly salad quota is fulfilled and I can go on about my life now.

I bought a bunch of chicken breasts and tried to figure out new, interesting and hopefully tasty recipes to try. Despite my dislike of mangoes, I settled on Jamaican Mango Chicken, hoping that the taste of mango somehow faded out of the limelight. While this was partially true since my taste buds were singed by the Scotch bonnet pepper, I still did not like this very much at all. I figured it was something Shannon might like, but she only said it was "not bad", so I guess it's a failed recipe. Despite that the coconut in it made the sauce sort of resemble maggots in mucous, it could be dressed up to be sort of pretty if you cared to. I didn't bother because I just expected it to taste like tropical hairspray and didn't want to waste valuable garnishes.