You all would be so proud of my cooking abilities. lol. Mom calls and says, "I know you won't want to do this, but I need you to cook a whole chicken." What Mom doesn't know (and probably anyone else for that matter) is that I actually like the feel of raw meat. I know - weird. So after giving detailed instructions she hangs up.
I get the big guy out of the fridge and start cutting the plastic off of him. With the water running, I began searching for his innards. Well, they're not bagged up as Mom thought they might be. No matter, it's funner this way. Now to identify which organs stay and which ones go. Hmmm... I finally determined which one was the liver (at least I think it was - the liver is the largest organ, right?) More rinsing. Hmm...seems like the neck is still attached. I think Mom thought it would be detached inside the big guy. Do I break the neck? - it seems rather secure. I think I'll just leave the neck inplace. More rinsing - oops there's the liver again. "You must stay inside, Mr. Liver." Finally, I put the big guy in the roaster - I think it's belly side down. Not sure. Now for seasonings - some black pepper, paprika, and red pepper. Yup - that looks about right. Into the oven he goes - see ya later big guy.
(I love to amuse myself. Just be thankful that I didn't post pictures.)
6 comments:
Lol, the real question is, did it turn out? :) (not that I doubt your cooking abilities ;) )
Ryan - it was delicious if I do say so myself! Add Mom's noodles and mashed potatoes and it was a good meal of chicken and noodle soup on top of mashed potatoes. Yummers!
I love your language. "big guy" "Mr. liver." the whole talking to yourself while you prepare the chicken...makes me laugh
I'm actually kind of disappointed at the lack of pictures. I've never seen a chicken liver.
I have a new found respect for you. I bet that chicken weighed alot:) I'm definitely not sure about picking through innards sans gloves. You're a brave woman.
You kind of remind me of Amelia Bedelia in this post, in a humorous sort of way. Perhaps it was the mixture of your optimism and uncertainty that made me think of her.
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