AuburnChick's Adventures

Oy, but one of these days, I am fairly certain that the AuburnChick family will begin to cluck like chickens.

Why, you may wonder?

Because we eat so doggone much of the stuff!

See, I am a lowly-paid private school teacher.

Chicken is cheap – especially when you get it at Sam’s Club – and especially when you get lucky and shop on a Monday, and the store has the meat marked down even more than usual.

Every night, Rooster asks the same question, “What’s for dinner, Mama?”

My answer?  “Chicken-something.”

I’ve fixed BBQ chicken every which way…fried, oven-baked, and crock-potted (yeah, this isn’t a word, but I had to make it have a “d” on the end, so don’t go riding the English teacher – it’s all about parallelism).

We’ve eaten Chinese Chicken, Chicken Parmesan, and French-Fried Chicken until we are blue in the face.

And let’s not forget about Chicken Marsala (a favorite, by the way) and some sort of chicken that has capers on it (the name escapes me just now).

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pulled out boxes of rice and pasta and found recipes to fix.

What?  You’ve never done this?  Go look in your pantry.  You’d be surprised at what you can find right there on your labels.

The biggest problem in the AuburnChick household is that we cannot use Cream of Anything because the Mr. and I are both lactose-intolerant.  So, you can scratch any sort of casseroles from our menus.

Grrr…

And so it was tonight, when I was trying to decide on a quick and easy meal, that I went to my old standby…Chicken Fingers.

Because I wanted to attend a band booster’s meeting, I only had 20 minutes to prepare dinner.  Rooster was mighty glad that I had a deadline, because he knew that he would be getting a hot meal, for a change.

I whipped up those bad boys in week-old cooking oil in no time flat.  And don’t be hating my old oil.  You can’t be a true Southerner without using old oil.

Trust me.

I grew up in LA…Lower Alabama…where we taking frying seriously.

Of course, the downside is that I walked into the band meeting smelling like I’d just pulled a shift at McDonald’s.

Whatever.

My family had been fed.

Next thing you know, I’ll be laying a nest full of eggs.

Cluck, cluck.

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