ATK has you cook the chicken on each side for 15 minutes before turning it on its back for the rest of the time. Contact with the hot pan, I guess, speeds up the leg/thigh meat so that you dry out the breast waiting for it to finish. It's worked for me when I've tried it.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We bought shades today and a few of them just aren't fitting. They're about an eighth of an inch too small. They sort of fit in but not securely.
Watching "Young Indiana Jones" and I'm looking at the one guy playing the director "Mr White" and I'm like "I know that voice!". Yup, he was the director for the last play at work. Only here he is 15 years younger. Playing with my head.
I think this image is going to give me nightmares for weeks: [link]
Huh, I usually consider Hil links to be safe. I should have headed the nightmare warning.
Frozen chicken works better for me if I marinade it for some time before cooking.
I'm at my mother's house. Came over here for the weekend for a baby shower. It has been months since I visited. Mom is not doing well. She didn't go to the shower. For a couple months now she rarely dresses. Stays in her jammies all day. She has missed Sunday mass 4 or 5 times. Unheard of in the past. She's tired. My sisters and I don't know how to get her up and moving. It is one excuse after another.
The Maker Faire looks like a lot of fun!
...and did you notice the Flaming Lotus Girls, Jilli?
hides from Pete
I should be doing laundry. I am not doing laundry. Instead, I am watching TV and eating bread with blueberry preserves (yum) and being upset about the derby news. This is not a productive way to spend an evening. Or a terribly fun way, either.
We watched the derby. Sad indeed. It was unsettling with the massive joy on one side of the track and tragedy on the other.
Wow. I am so tired. And I feel the tears welling up. I suppose I should try to fall asleep before they actually take over.
Laura, I'm so sorry your mom is doing so poorly. Hugs and love to you all.