Hey, new -- there's no chicken-fried *anything* in the culinary delight that is Skyline.
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak.
Mmmmmmm. Not quite as good as my momma's venison mincemeat pie (6,000 calories per slice, half of them from fat). But good, none the less.
So, in an amusing call-back to our earlier talking-in-the-ladies'-room conversation, I just went into the bathroom and what do you think was taking place? Yeah. Adding to my irritation was the fact that there are five stalls and they were in stalls two and five. Like, hey, if you're going to chat, why not choose stalls right next to each other? Or, ooh, I know, SHUT UP.
I only get to keep bayonets and swords in the house
I have edged weapons lying all around my place, but no little ones -- I'd be more worried about those than a non-functioning gun.
I'm gonna have to start with something light, maybe a Glock 9mm, while my right wrist is jacked (I keep hurting it shaking hands or scratching my back -- not krav, which is irritating). Or learn with the left. We'll see. I don't expect this to be as ... ego-levelling ... as the surfing thing.
The only venison I've had was in chili -- and it was delicious.
I just noticed that there are actual two, count'em TWO, teams in baseball worse that the Royals. They're coming back, they're only 10 and a half games out of fourth place in the division.
I've never had chicken-fried anything that wasn't nasty. What's the definition of the term?
"Chicken-fried chicken" never fails to amuse me.
Right there with you. It's funniest when I catch myself using it with no irony.
I've only had venison in forms that make the meat unrecoginizable (sausage and jambalaya (eta: and chili)), so I really don't know if I like it or not.
There was a letter to the NYTimes food section today from a woman who was deeply offended at their cover picture for last week's goat story. (It was a picture of an amazingly nummy looking goat rib roast with all the trimmings.) How dare they offer up the result of the slaughter of an innocent baby goat (her exact words) for their readers to salivate over?
It had me wondering if she writes in every week, or she honestly never thought about where hamburgers came from.
Amych! Congratulations to you and the Mr!