Tenderize meat?
THWAP THWAP THWAP
Once I had to get started on dinner when I was still pissed, and I ripped apart a chicken carcass with my bare hands. It was very primal, but it was a good thing I was making soup.
When I'm in a better mood, I always stick my hand up the chicken butt and make it dance and sing when I'm rubbing the inside with spices.
I heard on the radio a few years ago that somebody had done a study to see whether people actually felt better after breaking dishes (I think it was specifically breaking dishes, but it was seriously years ago and I am not sure of the details, and I may be conflating it with a report about a place that was basically a pay-to-break-dishes deal) and found that they did not. Venting generally not effective, was the conclusion, as I recall. FWTW
When I'm in a better mood, I always stick my hand up the chicken butt and make it dance and sing when I'm rubbing the inside with spices.
That's an image that's going to stick with me.
I think D and M seriously questioned my sanity the first time they saw it. But the cook makes the rules!
I think D and M seriously questioned my sanity the first time they saw it. But the cook makes the rules!
Apparently the cook also makes the entree her bitch.
I'm INTERACTING WITH and HONORING my entree. Jeez. I always sing a thank-you to Mr. Chicken!
I always sing a thank-you to Mr. Chicken!
And it's apparently choreographed.
My roasted chickens have a hell of a high kick.
When I'm in a better mood, I always stick my hand up the chicken butt and make it dance and sing when I'm rubbing the inside with spices.
I want this to involve a GUESS WHAT? CHICKEN BUTT! call and response.
My roasted chickens have a hell of a high kick.
And do they bring all the boys to the yard?