Easter dinner and more

So, Foodie Report readers, you think you're sick of hearing about tofu, greens and dairy-free food? Try being my boyfriend, who willingly eats whatever I cook. He likes tofu and all my vegetarian concoctions, but I came home to a bucket of KFC in the fridge two weekends ago. ("But it's a family meal," he said. "It'll last all weekend.") And it did. He and his friends pigged out on KFC, and I realized my vegetarian dinner parties aren't always as much of a hit as I thought. (I crave junk food sometimes, too, but how can you eat something that has a "Food Safety Assurance" label on the lid? Ew. Food shouldn't need such a label. Reminds me of the time I saw "KFC is safe for consumption" on the door of a Seoul KFC during the bird flu scare. No, thanks, I'll pass.)
The night before Easter, my friends who were still in town decided we needed to have Eastern dinner together. And, because I'd had a few glasses of pinot noir (three big ones, at Grammer's), I agreed to roast a chicken.
Dinner turned out to be Fred, three guys and me. They got a variation on engagement chicken, and I got roasted mushrooms, lentils and tofu with lemon-Dijon-herb sauce.
I bit my tongue, made no anti-meat comments and let the guys enjoy their dinner. And I stripped the carcass and made stock for a soup that Fred ate for dinner the next night.
Reportedly, the chicken was perfectly roasted, and it fell off the bone. I stuffed it with lemon, rosemary, thyme and garlic, then slipped herbs under the skin.
PETA's cringing right now, but I was happy to serve a meal that every one of my guests could enjoy. And I'll add that everyone tried -- and liked -- the lentils.