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Thursday, August 04, 2005Deboning the ChickenThat's the job waiting for me down in the kitchen -- I've got to go debone a big pot of cooked chicken. It's not that I don't enjoy cooking. In fact, I actually do enjoy it. The problem is that there are many things I'd rather be doing than deboning chicken. Or making a white sauce, or peeling carrots, or boiling noodles, or whatever the heck else I'm supposed to be doing in the kitchen on any given day. In short, I'd rather be writing. To be completely honest, I'd rather be on a quiet beach. Writing. Or just on a quiet beach. It's not that I feel that I'm "above" deboning a chicken. Au contraire! I fully embrace my role as wife, mommy, and CEO of the household. I am not embarrassed to admit that I bask in my husband's praise of my cooking. It may sound old-fashioned, but I really do enjoy pleasing him. The problem is my temperament. I can't deny that I am the artistic type; that I'd rather be creating than cooking; reading than ironing; singing than correcting an unruly child. I like things to be tidy (though my desk never is) and I like my meals homemade and preservative-free (I just wish someone else would cook them). It's just that...well, I can't help who I am. Right? So the thoughts of deboning that chicken have me groaning in pain. It's been a busy week on the writing front. And it's hard to just "turn off the switch" when I have to go downstairs to debone chicken. I'm going to have to suck it up, though. It's 4:00, and I'll have to cream the chicken after I debone it. So I'd better get going. The only good part about deboning this chicken is the fact that it didn't cost me anything. The chicken I had originally bought smelled like dead trout, so I returned it to the store (and no, the date wasn't bad). Not only did the nice lady refund my money without any fuss, but she sent me back to the meat department to pick out any tray of chicken that struck my fancy -- free of charge. The Very Nice Butcher gave me a fresh pack of bird bits -- almost a pound more than that which had gone bad on me. It was a lovely trip to the store. So, I'm off to debone my free chicken. (And you thought I wouldn't find a silver lining in this one!) |
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5of my readers are feeling chatty:
EWWWWWWWWW I have had that happen once, i bought a big thing of breast for a dinner i was having and i opened them up and they were GREEN on the bottom how gross is that! I could not bring my self to eat fresh chicken that night so we exchanged it for the same amount of beef LOL
You know, maybe Mrs. Brady had the right idea...she didn't ever seem to do much housework...but having an Alice would drive me nuts!!!
Hi again,
I'm really enjoying your blog and can identify with your cooking issues though I take it further in that I don't enjoy cooking. Baking, yes, but not all the time. Luckily my kids love raw fruits and vegetables and pasta. Can't get easier than that. What were you planning to do with your chicken?
My kids are still at the age of demanding constant attention so squeezing in my writing is hard, though it doesn't seem to get much easier as they get older...carpools, sports, etc. Thank goodness for writing...my sanctuary.
Kathie
Hi kathie --
I made creamed chicken (served over rice) with a portion of the chicken, and I used the rest to make chicken corn soup. Two very easy and economical things to cook. Unfortunately, I accidentally left the remaining chicken corn soup sitting out all night, and had to dump it. Talk about wasted effort!
Sounds like you're creative in the kitchen. For some reason even the dishes you listed, that seem pretty easy, pose difficulty for me. The mothering stuff I can focus on and do pretty well (I have my moments of course), the writing I have to do--I'm driven to do, so cooking seems to suffer. Maybe someday I'll get reach more of a balance. It's fun to hear about your kids being older than my 21/2 and 31/2 year old children.
Kathie
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