Today is my birthday! I am sooo excited because I cooked! That’s right…I did what I am truly passionate about and it felt oh soooo gooood! The average person would have probably planned a birthday party months ago, or indulged into something that they considered “special.” They would’ve expected lavish gifts and vacations or simply relax and have their every need catered to. Some individuals just don’t feel complete until a specific need is met on or for their birthday. For me, food is always on the top of my list. It takes precedence over desires of the flesh. Food is a necessity and I need to have food, be around food, play with food, think about food, cook food….do you get my drift? Can you see where I’m going with this? Yeah! My love of food could not and would not deter me from my kitchen/sanctuary.
It was just yesterday, that my 12 year old son D’angelo was telling me that I should get a job as a maid. He suggested this when he saw me hosing down the patio. I must have been a maid in my past life. I have had close relatives refer to me as “slave” because I am so domesticated. What can I say? The kitchen/sanctuary feels like home, and my home is my haven.
Since I was so busy spring cleaning the day before my birthday, hosing down the patio, doing the laundry and didn’t get the opportunity to cook anything, there was just absolutely no way I was going to let another day pass, simply because it’s my birthday. That is just not a reason to throw down and get creative in my Sanctuary. Y’all could not have paid me to stay out of the kitchen! Ya heard? I went to bed dreaming about the kitchen and what method I would utilize to prepare this awesome Spicy Grilled Chicken.
D’Angelo my 12 year old, soon to be 13….OMG! He’s about to be a teenager in about a week. Let me tell you a little story: Thirteen years ago, I wanted to give birth to him on my birthday, you know, just so we could celebrate on the same day, but he just wouldn’t come. The doctor attempted to induce labor. After being hooked up to the machines all day, waiting for him to be born into this world, the doctor told me to pack up, go home and return in a week. I guess he wasn’t ready to be born until the following week. How dare I try to interrupt God’s flow. Sorry…I’m rambling about D’Angelo. I just love him so much. Anyway, he started the fire on the grill. He thinks that he is a professional at it now. You should see him standing a mile away, trying to start the fire. He uses that lighter thingy… you know the ones that I use to light my scented candles. You click it and it ignites the flame. Rather interesting watching and monitoring D’Angelo and funny all at the same time.
Alright…enough of my rambling and back to the food: I can not begin to express how much love was poured into this spicy grilled chicken. I prepared a wet rub with fresh herbs that I combined and they worked magically. It was indubitably d’luscious. By the way, I just made up that word “doobidebly” because it has a whimsical effect to it…and it sounds like fun too. If this word already exist, I wasn’t aware. I guess my version of a spicy grilled chicken causes you to act childish and I feel like a child today. After all….it’s my birthday and I’m one year younger and feeling so blessed!