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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Ballygrl on February 01, 2011, 11:47:32 AM
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I trotted over to the Cooking and Baking Group, I miss frank's posts from there, so hippy made fried chicken for her hubby, but she made turnips with it? I thought for sure if you're going to have fried chicken you would go all the way and make mashed potatoes with gravy on them with the biscuits on the side. She did make biscuits, the pic looks OK.
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hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Sun Jan-30-11 09:21 PM
Original message
Sunday Kitchen: I Really Love My Husband Edition.
Wasn't too hectic a Sunday in the kitchen, well not until dinner time. :eyes:
The breakfast for this week, really delicious:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Grandmothers-Famous-Cranbe...
The perennial favorite cookie around here, and they are excellent!:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Molasses-Cookies/Detail.as...
I added mixed jumbo raisins and a wee bit more ginger than called for.
Dinner. What to say about dinner. I love my husband, that's what. He wanted fried chicken, and he doesn't ask for it often. I love fried chicken, too, but I hate to make it. For me it's one huge mess from start to finish. It's really good, but if I didn't love my husband so much, he'd have to be visiting the Colonel or Popeye's. Also made roasted turnips with bosc pears and whole garlic cloves and frozen peas. I was going to make sauteed cabbage, but I was having a rough time getting dinner pulled together as I decided to also make biscuits and I just was having to push myself to do any of it.
http://fansofbittman.blogspot.com/2010/05/yogurt-or-but...
I subbed in 1/2 cup ww flour. They came out pretty. Bill said they tasted good. I just couldn't eat after dealing with the mess and my own disorganization tonight. Mind you I pressed them out a little thicker than the recipe calls for. And I made the yogurt variation.
Now it's all done and most of the dishes washed. I'm ready to relax.
Hope you all had a tasty Sunday. :hi:
cbayer DU Moderator Donating Member (1000+ posts) Sun Jan-30-11 09:49 PM
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1. How do you do the chicken?
I can't deep fry due to fire hazard, but I love the occasional fried chicken.
When in *America* I can't pass by a Popeye's.
:hi:
hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Mon Jan-31-11 06:23 PM
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9. No deep frying, or not what I consider deep frying. LOL
About an inch or so of canola oil in each of two cast iron skillets. A mixture of flour, Lawry's Season Salt, fresh ground pepper and fresh ground dried garlic, cayenne pepper; and an egg mixture of eggs beaten with a wee pinch of cream to which I added a wee bit of the same seasonings as in the flour.
Dredged the chicken through both twice and placed in the oil that was already nice and hot.
It really is very, very good, but I hate the mess and I hate the fact that our little house still smells like it this evening. Sometimes when I've fried something like this or eggplant, I will wake up in the middle of the night with the smell making me nauseous. I can just imagine how the smell would permeate the cabin on your boat!
Thank goodness he doesn't ask for fried chicken more than once every couple of months.
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No free range organic chicken for 25 bucks a pound DUmmies? Gore is crying somewhere.
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Turnips with chicken??????????? Come to think of it, I can't think of a single thing turnips go with! EEEEEYYUCK!
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Mashed turnips and brown gravy. Mmmm, mmm!
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I still suffer from childhood flashbacks to the stench of cooking turnips.
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Well, now, landsakes Mrs. Packer, did ya use just a wee bit of this and a wee bit of that in yer victuals tonight, then, lassie?
Turnips.....barf.
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My mother makes brussell sprouts and mashed turnips every Thanksgiving and Christmas. Of course, they're just an excuse for more gravy. :yum:
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My mother makes brussell sprouts and mashed turnips every Thanksgiving and Christmas. :yum:
That's what I'd call a nightmare.
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I love brussel sprouts, I don't like turnips, but if you're having fried chicken I thought mashed potatoes and gravy would be more appropriate.
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At least your mom never made mushy peas. Given a choice between those and a bowl of day-old congealed vomit, I would still have a hard time choosing the peas.
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Turnips with chicken??????????? Come to think of it, I can't think of a single thing turnips go with! EEEEEYYUCK!
My father abhors turnips. My mother has been hiding them in his mashed potatoes for years. :lmao:
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hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Mon Jan-31-11 06:23 PM
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9. No deep frying, or not what I consider deep frying. LOL
I will wake up in the middle of the night with the smell making me nauseous. I can just imagine how the smell would permeate the cabin on your boat!
Wash yer crotch, loser!
(B.S. away folks...)
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Wash yer crotch, loser!
(B.S. away folks...)
:bs: I just noticed this tag works for BS, too. I'd give you high five, but I was just sitting down to dinner. :tongue:
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Mrs. Alfred Packer is courting trouble, subtly criticizing hippyhubby Wild Bill like that.
"Our small house," as if hinting Wild Bill could do better.
"Fortunately he asks for it about once every couple of months," as if hinting it's really a drag, and Mrs. Alfred Packer prefers that Wild Bill not ask for it at all, ever.
Wild Bill's probably sizing up Mrs. Alfred Packer, wondering how much mutton she'll make.
Things haven't been going well in the hippyhousehold, especially on the financial front; it's apparent Wild Bill has gotten competition in his still-building business, his brother-in-law with the forked chin surreptitiously taking away some of Mrs. Alfred Packer's husband's customers.
franksolich senses a new story emerging.
The other evening, the whole Packer clan gathered at Mrs. Alfred Packer's for Sunday evening supper, but that's a story for another time.
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Mrs. Alfred Packer is courting trouble, subtly criticizing hippyhubby Wild Bill like that.
"Our small house," as if hinting Wild Bill could do better.
"Fortunately he asks for it about once every couple of months," as if hinting it's really a drag, and Mrs. Alfred Packer prefers that Wild Bill not ask for it at all, ever.
Wild Bill's probably sizing up Mrs. Alfred Packer, wondering how much mutton she'll make.
Things haven't been going well in the hippyhousehold, especially on the financial front; it's apparent Wild Bill has gotten competition in his still-building business, his brother-in-law with the forked chin surreptitiously taking away some of Mrs. Alfred Packer's husband's customers.
franksolich senses a new story emerging.
The other evening, the whole Packer clan gathered at Mrs. Alfred Packer's for Sunday evening supper, but that's a story for another time.
I thought it was odd how she kept saying how much she loved her husband.
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I thought it was odd how she kept saying how much she loved her husband.
Yeah, it's very revealing when one overdoes it.
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hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Mon Jan-31-11 06:23 PM
I will wake up in the middle of the night with the smell making me nauseous. I can just imagine how the smell would permeate the cabin on your boat!
She talks about cooking turnips AND cabbage, and then complains about the odor of fried chicken??? Cooking turnips OR cabbage violates the Geneva Convention. I cannot image how bad they would be in tandem.
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CANOLA oil??? A culinary abomination! Bitter stench, no viscosity and metallic after taste. Damned Canadians! They should stick to redwood furniture and wide-hipped wenches.
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as if hinting it's really a drag,
She didn't hint, she shouted it from the rooftops. "THIS CHICKEN IS A PAIN IN THE ASS, IT STINKS UP THE HOUSE AND I HATE DOING IT! I'M EXHAUSTED FROM TRYING TO CLEAN UP AND CLEAN UP ISN'T EVEN DONE!"
Yeah, that overuse of I Love My Husband was odd, I thought as well. It reminds me of an abused wife, rationalizing her refusal to leave.
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Fried chicken and turnips....is Tigre Woods coming to dinner?
You golfers should get that one. :rotf:
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Tigre? Is he French now? :rofl:
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Tigre? Is he French now? :rofl:
I'm sure that any one of his "conquests" could have a better opinion of that . . . :tongue:
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Yeah, that overuse of I Love My Husband was odd, I thought as well. It reminds me of an abused wife, rationalizing her refusal to leave.
It finally hit me. I knew Mrs. Packer's awkward declarations of love for Wild Bill reminded me of another DUmmy. It was Pammy, talking about her dear, drunken, bullet-headed abuser.