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Date: 9/11/2021 8:21:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...can any0one tell me why this chicken has to be smothered instead of buying a humanely butchered chicken from the local supermarket? It just seems to be a little vicious if you ask me. |
Date: 9/11/2021 8:46:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 23075
I"m done posting recipes....have anice life all |
Date: 9/11/2021 8:48:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
Please post more recipes Paddy. I won't make any more remarks about how you slay the meat. |
Date: 9/11/2021 3:33:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Paddy Bear I remember when I was a kid, my mother would heat cooking oil in our black iron pot until it was smoking hot. Then, she'd haul the pot outside and toss pieces of cut up chicken into it, cover the pot and bring the pot back to the stove. Being a youngster, who was only interested in eating the food, I wondered why all the hub bub? I thought, "why not just toss the chicken in the pot while the pot is on the stove?" When, years later, I tried "smothering" my own chicken, I found out why my mother hauled everything outside. I actually caught the stove on fire from all the splashing oil and chicken fat. Anyway, I haven't thought of that in years and aside from me burning the stove up, it brought back good memories. Thanks for the recipe. I think I'll give it a try. Write on.... |
Date: 9/13/2021 8:40:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
...Kronk...your mom was a tosspot? |
Date: 9/15/2021 6:10:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hekler In the seventeen and a half years that I spent with Mother, I can honestly say that I only saw her falling down drunk, once. That was when L.E.D. chewed up one of her "Christian Louboutin, Birgikate Stiletto Booties," back in `59. She kept taking shots of gin and wailing, I'm gonna have that dog "fixed!" L.E.D. disappeared and came back 43 years later, for mother's funeral |
Date: 9/15/2021 6:39:00 PM
From Authorid: 5940
^^^^ This is the reason why I keep returning to USM. That and the satisfaction of knowing how much Alice fromThe Brady Bunch influenced Hekler to start his own domestic maid service . |
Date: 9/16/2021 5:30:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry L.E.D. here: I couldn't help it! "Mother Kronk" had just stomped a meddlesome raccoon, to death, while she was wearing those booties. (The raccoon was munching out on her prize winning radishes.) When she took `em off, I happened to walk by and was totally overcome by the smell. (We canines have highly sensitive olfactory organs.) Exotic Italian calf hide, raccoon blood and what must have been toe cheese from an infuriated woman; it was just more than I could bare. |
Date: 9/18/2021 9:12:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...Kronk...I think I speak for all of us here when more information about the toe cheese is required. |
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