Last night, while we were at the store getting grub to eat (baby zucchini, plus some fresh ginger and lemon to flavor the rice - I'd already thawed the chicken breasts, which I breaded and pan-fried), der Brucer picked up a loaf of garlic bread. There was no way the garlic bread was going to go with last night's dinner, so I'll be toasting it up tonight.
Which means, I'll be doing Italian.
And I have no idea what I want to do, specifically.