Not For Cyrus

For dinner this evening, I made something that Cyrus wouldn’t eat! The thing about Cyrus, is when he was very young, he was playing with a tomato when it burst. I’m told that this is why he won’t eat vegetables. Except he does now. At least, some vegetables. I don’t think he’s ever going to be a fan of tomatoes, however. Introductions aside, on with dinner!

I panfried a chicken breast until cooked through, then added finely diced onions, tomato and garlic until they turned saucey. Next, I deglazed with vodka; and once that cooked off, added some coarsely chopped mushrooms to the mix.

It was okay; but probably not something I’d make again in his absence.