It rained ALL WEEKEND. Rained all day today.
Until 2:45 pm.
Which is when they would decide if they were going to have fucking football practice.
So, I have to go out and pick up The Boy at 5 pm today.
I've got the damned headache from hell again! I just want to sleep it off!!!!!!!!!!!
Watch. It will do this all week. Rain until it's time to catch the fucking bus and then the sun will come out.
I HATE MOTHER NATURE!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S A FUCKING BITCHWHORESLUTSKANK!
Anyway, Evan fried his first piece of chicken the other day!
I always bake my chicken. On a rack so all the grease drips down off the chicken. He doesn't like baked chicken. I don't give a fart.
So the other day he asked me if I would fry a piece of chicken for him.
Me - No. You can do it.
E - Will you stay in here and show me how?
Me - Sure. First, plug in the Fry Daddy
E - Ok.
Me - Now wash the chicken, pull all the fat off.
E - Ok
Me - Now blot the chicken dry
E - Ok
Me - Now put a half cup of flour in a gallon bag
E - This kind of flour?
Me - OMG. It has FLOUR written on the geedee container. Yes, that flour.
E - FINE!
Me - Now put a while bunch of Season All on the flour.
E - *about 3 shakes* This much?
Me - Cover the freaking flour with the freaking Season all.
E - *adds about a tablespoon* Is this enough.
Me - Yes, that's fine. Now close the bag and shake it up to mix it up so it's not just flour or seasoning in one spot. Put the chicken in the bag & shake it up.
E - Ok, now what?
Me - Wait for the light to go off on the Fry Daddy, put the chicken in for 15 minutes or until it floats.
So after 14 minutes (I know because he was like "Hasn't it been 15 minutes yet?" & then he looked to see if it was floating.)
He took it out. Drained it on paper towels.
That shit was gooooooood!
I mean, it might have helped that I'd been soaking it in salt water overnight, but whatever. The seasoning on the outside was good. I had one bite.
Now, I no longer have to make meatloaf or Fried Chicken for The Boy.
Later on I said: Call yer mama & tell her you friend some chicken
Evan: You mean NanaMama?
Me: You know what I mean, Boy!
So he called her and said "Hi Mom" and she said "Hi Son."
We made a big deal about his chicken frying. Just like when he was learning to use the pot instead of a diaper, LOL.
Me: Uncle used to be able to cook, everyone should know how to cook.
E: He still can. He made some chicken gizzards one time when I was over there.
Me: Oh. I thought he'd gotten lazy with the cooking after he got married.
So whatever. The boy can cook as long as he gets good instruction. *taking my bow*
Another show I'm watching that you should at least check out:
Giuliana & Bill on the Style Network. I didn't know anything about Giuliana except she was on E! News. She is very funny. I like her more than I had anticipated. I remember Bill from The Apprentice. He's definitely the more anal of the 2. But it's a funny show.
Now playing: Whitney Houston - Clap your hands