Saturday, February 21, 2009
When I was little, my dad used to listen to this Burl Ives song called The Fox, which is about a fox going into town and breaking into the coop with the geese and ducks and stealing a couple of them and taking them home with him for a feast.
The song’s chorus includes something about “a couple of you are gonna grease my chin” —and that’s all I could think of while cooking up my chicken leg today. All that good grease and chicken fat. It was beautiful.
I cooked the mutant chicken leg (not sure if you can tell from the picture, but this leg is huge, it’s over a pound) with salt and garlic. (Went back and forth about whether to use the onion, but I bought a really small one because I wasn’t exactly sure what the price was and was worried I might go over; since there’s not much of it, I decided I should save it for tomorrow.)
Let the chicken cool then took it off the bone and cut it into pieces and mixed a few ounces of it with some cooked pasta and marinara for an upgraded version of the meal I’ve had the last two days. Saved the rest for later. (Total cooked was about 9 ounces, which is three pretty good sized servings.)
And the picture of the pasta was totally fuzzy again! Not sure what’s going on with that. Maybe the pasta is moving. Excessive brownian motion or something.
Meal one was also more or less a repeat, but a slight upgrade so I took a picture—two scrambled eggs (up from one hard-boiled egg) with biscuits and an orange.
The meals are looking better, no?
Hopefully that will continue.