Dijon-olive chicken and cauliflower with red peppers
By KATHRYN STOLARZ | Apr. 14, 2011Kathryn says: I was in the mood for a salty dinner, so I brought out the capers and olives.
Kathryn says: I was in the mood for a salty dinner, so I brought out the capers and olives.
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Dijon-Olive Chicken and Cauliflower with Red Peppers
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