It came together as I was frying up a mess of chicken thighs.
I jumped into it with more clarity as I started the gravy, which I almost overcooked, because I was going hard at the subject matter and it was coming together.
I like the piece, the chicken and the gravy. Doesn't mean the Man will or that I even know what I'm doing in any category.
Except my gravy is always good. Time to relax.
I'm happy. We'll see...