Yesterday, ridicuously pleased that I could eat anything I wanted to (and not hesitating to ingetst copious amounts of cheese), I decided to have chicken for dinner. It started out as just some nice, panfried chicken, nothing fancy. Then, I noticed that my bananas were turning brown. After a moment of thought, I decided to mash a banana and cook the chicken in that. Then, as I was piecing together a salad, I figured apples would make a nice addition to the banana chicken mishmash. So those went in, too. Finally, I finally got around to using the last of my potatoes that I cut up a couple days ago by throwing them in as well. The result, garnished with some nutmeg, of course, was suprisingly delcious, if a bit on the too sweet side. I'm glad that my glee that I thought was carrying me away into being eccentric actually turned out delicious.