Monday, June 28, 2010

The * is a Stand In for O Today...*bviously

I was going to title this "Food P*orn" but since y'all mistook the word "Prom" for "P*rn" a couple of posts ago I have been getting some pretty odd search hits on my blog and I just don't want to disappoint the p*rno searchers out there, 'kay? heehee

This is the way Pooldad served me my hotdog on Saturday evening.
Devilled eggs - notice the missing four? Yeah, well I never quite have a dozen of these make it to the table - what with Pooldad and the dogs hanging around.
Pooldad's favorite pickled beets, onions and eggs.
I hate, hate, hate these and not because of the taste.
I hate them because my husband likes to eat them straight out of the 'fridge [when he thinks I am not around] and inevitably spills beet juice in the 'fridge. These have actually been banned by me because beet juice is really hard to remove once spilled.
Pooldad and I made a deal - I would make them, he could have them at dinner and the rest of the container has to go to work. Let them deal with the beet juice. :D
Another batch of chicken all ready to fry up.
Me! Frying away.
See the yummy pieces already done?
I keep them warm in the oven [at 200 degrees] until all the pieces are done.
It takes me about two hours to fry them all.
Well worth it tho' I say.
Fried chicken has a funny history in our family - well, it is funny to us [now] - because it is such a popular dish and at one point I stopped making it. About 10 years ago I had made a huge batch of it and after feeding all the kids I put Pooldad's and my pieces in the oven to keep warm until he got home from work. Meanwhile I went to take a shower. When I got out of the shower I saw that he was home from work and started to plate dinner. Imagine my surprise when I opened the oven and saw the last 4 pieces of fried chicken devoid of skin. You know - the BEST part of fried chicken? The crunchy, spicy deliciousness? Yep! Gone. Pooldad had come home from work and while I was in the shower he had stripped each and everyone of those pieces of their skin. I was looking at naked chicken. I turned around, handed him his plate and said "It will be a cold, cold day if I EVER make fried chicken again." And I was good on my promise for about five years until one day I was craving it so I made it and it is now back in rotation - but you better know that the kids keep a watchful eye on their Dad now - because they don't ever want to go through another five year moratorium on the goodness that is Mom's fried chicken.
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Another fried chicken fun Skippy family fact: For Squirrel's 16th birthday party Pooldad cut up 10 whole chickens which had me frying the resulting 80 pieces from about 3 am in the morning until the time of her party. I just pray that this isn't what Wallene picks for her party when she is 16 because I never want to do that again. :)
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Okay - I think I can't stop posting about food for a while. hee




7 comments:

christopher said...

Everytime I come to your blog I leave hungry. :) Devilled eggs are one of my most favoritest foods of all times, and fried chicken? I mean, who doesn't like fried chicken.
Oh, I'm hungry...

Marni said...

My mama's fried chicken is always what I request for my birthday. Now, however, I help her fry it.

Yummmmmoooo

Linda in New Mexico said...

the hot dog and mustard heart are so cute. I love it...SM would never think of that...he would eat it, like Pooldad did with the chicken skin....I admire you for holding out for 5 years....you a strong broad huh?
XXOO The Olde Bagg
vert word is yingsin...we love to kung po chicken from yingsin restaurant

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

I can make a fried chicken without skin to make you THINK you're eating the skin - which is the worst part of the chicken to eat. On my blog somewhere is my recpie. I'd go look for it but ...

I hate beets. Can't imagine anyone who likes them. I can (and sometimes do) eat very tiny chopped beet pieces on my salad. Not often and not much.

Loved deviled eggs, too.

RV Vagabonds said...

Yeah, well, I already told you MY fried chicken story and why I don't make it anymore.

Your picture almost made me cry--your poor skinny body in baggy clothes is just how my mom would dress. Golly I wish you could gain some weight. Want some of mine? *sigh*

word vert: peaste. Your chicken is a peaste for sore eyes.

TinaM said...

Now I am hungry for fried chicken, sounds delicious!

Oh, I would be SOOOO mad if my fiance did that to my chicken!!! Good for you not giving him any for 5 years!
It reminds me of my brothers ex... at her house after her mom would make lasagna, her Dad and brother would sneak in and take ALL of the melted mozzarella off the top!!! Of the whole pan!
Ugh! Men.

Yum Yucky said...

I cannot fry chicken to save my life. Nice & crispy on the outside. Bloody raw on the inside. Nice hotdog porn, though. LOL!