Last Wednesday night, I took the chicken that was left over from the previous evening's meal and turned it into a particularly delicious chicken salad. That could have been all that was needed, either piled high on a plate or lumped onto a brioche bun. But I had English muffins on hand and had bought a tomato, so instead it was all converted into open-faced chicken salad melts, with an unnecessary square of American cheese on top. Together with a mix of fruit, it was a refreshing supper that suitably satisfied.
One might argue that I'd worked up a pretty good appetite by continuing to labor against the thick sheet of ice that was lingering on the whole driveway, following our small bit of snow and large dose of sleet over the weekend.
With a fair amount of sunshine and temps just north of 50F, it certainly helped the endeavor but did not render it completely easy. I was able to extract larger chunks of this slippery driveway covering to tote down to the street curb.
Sumner supervised part of the time, and I can see in this final picture that he thinks my pile could have been more impressive.
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