Chicken Teriyaki

I've been a bit remiss in my cooking efforts lately. Kinda' been falling back on old favourites, or relying on my husband to cook for me. You see, since I started this blog, I've confirmed something that I've really known all along. I hate to cook. I really do. As soon as I hear the sound of the pantry door opening or smell the fumes rising from the stiry fry, I ask myself: Why? Why are you doing this again when you so obviously hate it? And of course, the answer is that my family must eat. And so must I. So I forcibly drag myself away from the take away menu and tell myself that if I practise this cooking thing enough, I just might get better at it.

But I haven't yet.

So tonight, I must confess, I've cheated. Don't get me wrong; I've cooked something. That is, cooked in the sense of taking something out of the freezer and stirring it in a frypan until it becomes edible. But hey, it's still food. The supermarket freezer is full of those colourful bags of frozen vegetables that you mix with meat to make a complete meal. Despite my initial conviction that I would never prepare food this way, well ... I admit .... I've done it. Yes I used to think that fresh vegies were best. But I did read somewhere that frozen ones are pretty alright too, because they're frozen at the point at which they are best. It makes sense to me. So thank you Mr Birds Eye for the frozen packet of vegetables and sauce that makes my Chicken Teriyaki.

It did smell good. It even tasted good. However I did feel a little strange dropping a frozen square of sauce into the pan. That just didn't feel right. But it was a meal that should sustain us for another 24 hours. Except for my daughter. You know, the one who hates vegetables. She refused it. Totally. Wouldn't even try it. So she ate sultanas. Yep I know. I don't get it either.