Monday, February 9, 2015
The Kardashian Apocalypse
I didn't waste my time watching them, but when I read the news that Beck won a Grammy, I thought "Wow, actual taste! Maybe things are turning around!" Then I realized they weren't talking about Jeff Beck.
Friday, February 6, 2015
A Story for Jin
Jin wanted to know what I was having for dinner because he cares deeply about me an my welfare. I figured I would post all about my dinner. When I was young, chicken was generally a Sunday meal. My grandmother made one hell of a meal of chicken and rice. All this in spite of the fact that my grandfather hated chicken. He also hated spaghetti, but that is another story and another supper that I likely will write about. Now, I know that tonight is a Friday and that the patterns of the universe will likely be disrupted by eating chicken on Friday rather than Sunday, but it sounded good.
Yes, actual chicken. Chicken that I actually butchered myself. Only because I was out of cats. Well, technically not out, because there is still one cat in the barn, but he has a job to do and earns his keep. But I digress. I like to use chicken thighs for my chicken and rice. My grandmother was not particular and used all pieces, but I am partial to dark meat. You can read into that statement anything you like.
I boil the rice in broth from the chicken carcasses that I make on the woodstove. Sometimes I simply make soup from the chicken carcasses, but I also like to can the broth just for situations such as this one. I boil the broth and dump the dry rice in it and turn off the heat. Once the rice is done, I put it in a stoneware pot. I brown the chicken in a frying pan and then place the pieces on top of the rice and pour the drippings on top of the chicken so that it drizzles down into the rice. I cover the pot and cook it at 350 deg F for about 45 minutes. I then remove the cover and cook for an additional 20 minutes so that the skin gets crispy.
It is unbelievably delicious, mostly because all the unhealthy chicken fat soaks into the rice making it very tasty. I know that Jin will be worried about my cholesterol from eating such a meal, but he should not, because I had a nice glass of bourbon before I ate. It is a well known fact that bourbon, especially good bourbon, over ice, counteracts all unhealthy aspects of any meal.
Here is the meal before I ate it:
Yes, actual chicken. Chicken that I actually butchered myself. Only because I was out of cats. Well, technically not out, because there is still one cat in the barn, but he has a job to do and earns his keep. But I digress. I like to use chicken thighs for my chicken and rice. My grandmother was not particular and used all pieces, but I am partial to dark meat. You can read into that statement anything you like.
I boil the rice in broth from the chicken carcasses that I make on the woodstove. Sometimes I simply make soup from the chicken carcasses, but I also like to can the broth just for situations such as this one. I boil the broth and dump the dry rice in it and turn off the heat. Once the rice is done, I put it in a stoneware pot. I brown the chicken in a frying pan and then place the pieces on top of the rice and pour the drippings on top of the chicken so that it drizzles down into the rice. I cover the pot and cook it at 350 deg F for about 45 minutes. I then remove the cover and cook for an additional 20 minutes so that the skin gets crispy.
It is unbelievably delicious, mostly because all the unhealthy chicken fat soaks into the rice making it very tasty. I know that Jin will be worried about my cholesterol from eating such a meal, but he should not, because I had a nice glass of bourbon before I ate. It is a well known fact that bourbon, especially good bourbon, over ice, counteracts all unhealthy aspects of any meal.
Here is the meal before I ate it:
It was delicious.
My wife is making homemade ice cream for desert, which will also be delicious.
And now, I must leave you all dear readers (that is you Jin) because I must go to the most important chair in the house and think about friends. I do indeed give a shit. Especially after a good meal.
Oh....and that myth...you know the one, about how there is always room for ice cream? It's not true. Sometimes after a good meal like this, one must MAKE room.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
SUPERBOWL!!!
The reason I am happy? Because I know I can watch all the advertisements on the internet. Most of them today already, but certainly all of them tomorrow.
Is it wrong for me to root for both teams to lose?
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