We are in our new home, and it is a beaut! Sure, it has all of the creaks and groans of an older home. (Both of us were born/made in 1958.) The home went through some cosmetic surgery whereas I am still saggy and well, old looking.
Aside from cosmetics, the functionality of the house has been improved tremendously. We have a brand new kitchen, and we have two brand new bathrooms. The old cabinets went to a young man who recycled them in his garage, and the bathroom fixtures were taken
by Habitat for Humanity (I think). I am particularly grateful to them for this service as I am not sure what else we could have done with pink and brown sinks, tubs and toilets. Apparently I could have sold these on eBay for a fortune, but I just could not
wrap my mind around the idea of someone actually wanting to pay for pink fixtures.
We've been living here in Minnesota now for some three weeks, and the oddest thing happened the other day. I was having my morning coffee, bemoaning the fact that neither of the coffee houses in town use whole milk when making Cappuccinos, when I heard a very
deep sigh and rumble coming from my front yard. When I opened the front door I was surprised to find a rather large (mountainous) blue ox lying in what I have come to call the Meadow in my front yard. I am originally from Minnesota, and I knew who this was
"Babe! What's the matter?" queried I.
Babe looked at me with those big, blue eyes and answered, "Paul left the state for good this time."
"Seriously? Why would he do that?" I asked.
"Well," said Babe, "he finally got tired of the folks in the state congress. He's so Libertarian you know. Very dangerous thinking according to the establishment."
"So you aren't Libertarian minded?"
"Well, yes I am, but I am a bit more phlegmatic than my good friend, Paul."
I raised an eyebrow at this, knowing exactly how the lakes in Minnesota came to be. And Babe must have seen my reaction because he immediately added, "Oh! Paul could get me all wound up when we were playing and horsing around, but this politics stuff..." he
"So what was the last straw for Paul?" I asked.
"Well Moody's finally upgraded the state's financial outlook to 'stable,' but then the legislature raised the state income tax to 9.85% at the top bracket. He decided that with his legs, South Dakota isn't all that far away."
I heard another deep, rumbling sigh. It wasn't coming from Babe. I think I must have part of New Jersey stuck on the bottom of my foot!
As for the
Crispy Roasted Chicken
, it has been an approved recipe for a while now, and has generated several reviews.
was one of the first to review it and the first to photograph it. Thanks for posting a photo and for the good review! I have been really happy to receive so many favorable reviews for this simple
recipe. I was also very interested in the comments. Several people were concerned about the fennel being too predominant of a flavor, but because of the small amount used, it really doesn't take over. Honestly, I was more concerned about the rosemary, and
actually did cut back on it as I developed the recipe. One surprise came up, and I really should have foreseen it. Several people who reviewed the recipe also commented that they took the wheat flour out due to its gluten content. One person replaced it with
arrowroot which I thought was brilliant! I just might try that myself.
Almost everyone that tried it had some variation. That is so cool! It's one of the things I like about cooking. We put ourselves into it and it becomes a very personal thing to share with loved ones. One variation was to put the chicken on the grill. What a
great way to cook this chicken. Originally, this was done on a rotisserie, and grilling is just a step away from that. Someone else, trying to make it healthier eliminated the flour and cut back on the oil all while using SB chicken breasts. I'm not surprised
that she felt it was still too oily. I would recommend to her that she lightly brush the breasts with an oil of her choice and then dust the breasts with the spice blend. I think that would give her more of what she's looking for.
Thanks to all y'all who reviewed my recipe, and thanks to all of those Minnesotans who are currently putting up with me. I think you all will be able to look forward to more acerbic posts from me as the temperatures drop into the negative numbers come late
December, or early January.