Two way player!

Ingredients

For the Marinade

• 3 pounds mixed bone-in chicken thighs and drumsticks, patted dry
• 3 tablespoons kosher salt
• 1 juicy orange, halved
• 1 juicy lime, halved
• 1 juicy lemon, halved
• 2 medium yellow onions, halved and thinly sliced
• 8 garlic cloves, sliced
• 2 Scotch bonnet or habanero chiles, cut in half and sliced thin
• ¼ cup fresh thyme leaves

For the Stew

• .333333 cup extra-virgin olive oil
• ½ cup tomato paste
• 1 tablespoon kosher salt
• 2 red bell peppers, seeded and deveined, cut into long, thin slices
• 2 yellow bell peppers, seeded and deveined, cut into long, thin slices
• 2 cups chicken stock, salted homemade or store-bought
• Small handful roughly chopped parsley sprigs

#13: Prepare 10 Soups/Stews

Delicious.

#20: Read 30 Books

Pretty spot on.

#51: Play Pickleball

Celebrated George at his bachelor party and finally played some kickball. A lot of bros, but this house had no issue hosting us.

#61: Try 5 new LA Restaurants. Angler. A well deserved Michelin Star.

#20: Read 30 Books

As well written as this novel was, I just couldn’t love it.

Not sure how I missed this, but happy belated birthday, Tom!

Managed to show Devin a few more of our favorite places in between the madness at Madison Square Garden.

Marquette wins the regular season and Big East Tournament. Nice to see the Empire State Building lit up in MU blue and gold to honor the feat.

#40 Watch a sunset

From the observation deck of the Freedom Tower. 40 Miles of visibility on this crisp March day.

#60: Have a drink in a bar over 100 years old

Shared a pint of light and dark at McSorley’s Pub. 169 years old. If it was good enough for Abe Lincoln, it was good enough for us.

#74: Big East Tournament

We survive to play another day.

#46 Done, but still in progress: Visit an Island.

Day one of exploring Manhattan with Sonia and Devin.

#20: Read 30 Books

Didn’t do it for me.

Picked to finish 9th in our conference when the year started. As our point guard and probably Big East Player of the Year said back then, fuck ‘em.