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When in doubt, roast a chicken

Almost every Tuesday, I buy a rotisserie chicken at the market with a box of golden roast potatoes cooked in the fat of the slowly-turning birds. This isn’t because I can’t roast a chicken. It’s because even on days when I run out of the house thinking I’m only going to buy some fruit, or a lettuce, or some meat for dinner, I still take a turn around th…