A while back I bought some barley at the Asian market, because I had something I wanted to make with it. Fast forward several months, possibly even as much as a year, and there's me, standing in front of the cupboard looking at a bag of barley, thinking... "I had a plan for that!"
Absolutely NO idea what that plan might have been. None.
So... Chicken and Barley Casserole. I had chicken thighs in the freezer, and I needed to make room for other things. I had carrots left over from another recipe. It seemed like it was meant to be.
