Anyway, tonight I grilled something for the first time. Ever. In my life. Not counting my George Foreman grill, of course. It was a fryer chicken cut into quarters. By me. The 12-year old me wouldn't believe it. Because that 12-year old was repulsed when watching her mama handle raw chicken and vowed to only ever use already-cooked rotisserie chicken.
I've come along way from that 12-year old girl. But cutting through chicken bones was absolutely repulsively disgusting.
And I digress. Because all of the repulsive disgusting nastiness was forgotten as I stood out there, wielding my massive grill tongs grillin' up some amazing dairy/soy free chicken. It was an exhilarating Joyful Moment. I always thought I'd leave the barbecuing to the menfolk. Step aside HH, I've got a grill cleaning brush and I'm not afraid to use it!
But my piece had a slightly underdone spot, so if you don't hear from me tomorrow, I'm most likely in the hospital with Salmonella poisoning.
Wishing you all sizzling Joyful Moments!
3 comments:
Ha, ha . . . I was always repulsed with meat in the kitchen as well!!! I'm still a little disgusted when it comes to certain culinary necessities!!
We are leaving NZ on the 22nd for Bean Town. I guess it will have some advantages over living in Hartford, but it's tough to leave CT behind as well. I guess you go where the job is, right ?? ;)
Miss you guys!!!!!!! xoxoxo
Just be glad you didn't have to kill the chicken, too... ;-)
Cute, Gus.
I remember that girl who made that comment - and I confess that I am SHOCKED and PROUD of you for overcoming your natural instincts- WAY TO GO! Especially if you're not reading this from a hospital bed or in the emergency room.
I ended the day taking a walk with my HH around the neighborhood and for some reason it was just what I needed to feel peace and the joy that peace brings.
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