Call me irreverent but I I've come to prefer the roasted chicken from the grocery store. After all, a cooked chicken is just a cooked chicken, no matter how you try to sophisticate it. Blasphemous words, I know.
Further irreverence: I am reminded of Dan Aykroyd's classic French Chef spoof: https://screen.yahoo.com/french-chef-000000398.html
My friend M.P. gets all into that trussing up stuff, which he enjoys and his poulet roti is delicious - but my method is to simply rub the chicken all over with butter, salt, and pepper, wrap in aluminum foil with tightly-crimped edges, and bake for about 1:15 at 350 - comes out fine.
I've read that Julia didn't care for Ackroyd's impression the first time she saw it, but in later years she used to play it on the VCR to entertain her dinner guests.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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Call me irreverent but I I've come to prefer the roasted chicken from the grocery store. After all, a cooked chicken is just a cooked chicken, no matter how you try to sophisticate it. Blasphemous words, I know.
Further irreverence: I am reminded of Dan Aykroyd's classic French Chef spoof: https://screen.yahoo.com/french-chef-000000398.html
My friend M.P. gets all into that trussing up stuff, which he enjoys and his poulet roti is delicious - but my method is to simply rub the chicken all over with butter, salt, and pepper, wrap in aluminum foil with tightly-crimped edges, and bake for about 1:15 at 350 - comes out fine.
I've read that Julia didn't care for Ackroyd's impression the first time she saw it, but in later years she used to play it on the VCR to entertain her dinner guests.
A classic - one of television's greatest moments.
I'm with Frank on this one, cooking, like eating, should be fun. The moment it becomes an obsession is the time to give up.
I leave out the butter (calories) and add lots of garlic. Almost everything I cook has garlic.
Garlic is good. You would love Julia's garlic mashed potatoes recipe, which uses two entire heads of garlic - google it up.
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