After procuring the rosemary, I set about making the hens dance with some olive oil, ably assisted by Henry. Alex was a bit grossed out. With the assistance of Henry's clean hands, I peppered and salted, stuffed with rosemary and a Cutie quarter, and placed the birds on the pan. Of course, there was some garlic.
|That there is genuine Reynolds wrap.|
Into the oven they went. Soon the house smelled of rosemary. Delightful.
The sides for the feast were green beans and mashed potatoes. Have microwave, will travel.
|These are always a hit with the guys.|
|As I do not mash, this is the next best thing.|
Here the birds are, roasting away:
|They look cozy, no?|
The rolls were not terribly exciting, so I didn't take a picture of them.