Now I'm Resting.

I made chicken cacciatore, rice, and a salad for lunch. Dropped half a can of fire-roasted tomatoes in the floor and had to mop the kitchen. Flipped a piece of chicken under the burner on the cook-top and just got mad and flipped it back into the skillet. Fortunately, whenever I cook up a "mess o' sump'n," the rescued remains nearly always tastes good.

So now I'll go and see if lunch is as good as it smells.