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