Its been awhile since I’ve talked about culinary efforts (I considered blogging about cutting off part of the tip of my thumb last month while dicing onions – but alas, I changed my mind). So, here’s what’s on the horizon: presently, I’m baking a chicken. Now truth be told, my baked chicken is like playing russian roulette. Sometimes its great & sometimes it can be deadly. My mom even tried to help me w some advice – 350 degrees for 2 hrs. She doesn’t really care for my baked chicken – my kids, well since its always different, they haven’t formulated an established opinion. As for Reece, he just tries to be supportive & bites his tongue. So why do I bake chickens, you may ask.
I’d consider myself an adventuresome sort & always up for change. Furthermore, I guess I think its just one of those kitchen cooking things I think I’m supposed to be able to do after 15 yrs of marriage. Last time I baked a chix, I told myself I’d never do it again – but here we are on the precipice of the baked chix dinner. So I have 2 remaining questions for you:
- any suggestions on how to bake a chix?
- should I just quit trying & give up baked chix?