Howdy everyone. Mods - please feel free to move this to IMHO if it belongs there or somewhere is if it belongs there - but it’s about food (chicken) and it’s preparation so even though it’s kind of a IMHO thing, it also fits here. So do what you will. I leave myself at your mercy.
Yesterday, the husband and I went grocery shopping. It’s always a mistake to take him with me - and I know this - yet he still creeps into every grocery store visit I make. He’s like a ninja that way.
I’m happily going through the meat department, picking out a roast here, a couple of steaks here, hmmm - ground beef is on sale so I’ll grab a package of that, and lookie - pork chops are on sale too! Grab one of those puppies for sure! So I have my meat, a basic meal plan in my head for the next couple of weeks, turn around, and what do I see? Packages of freakin’ chicken piled in the cart, courtesy of my husband. I was very angry. VERY angry! NO MORE CHICKEN - I’m SO DAMN SICK of chicken - I have been for at least 33 years (for my 16th Birthday, the only gift I wanted was for my mom to not make chicken for a WHOLE YEAR - and she did it!) yet the husband loves his damn chicken. He’d eat it 6 out of 7 nights if he could. Normally, I’d say fine - eat what you want I don’t have to eat it I’ll make my own dinner. Well, I’m sick of it. SICK, I TELL YOU! Woe betide my freezer when he gets the Purdue Roasters “buy one get one free” - we do not NEED 18 pounds of whole chickens on hand! Surrounded by the leg and thigh quarters in their own packages. And the worst part about it - HE KNOWS I HATE CHICKEN!
This last trip was leg and thigh quarters (thank the meat gods that we still have one whole damn 9 pound chicken in the freezer.) NO! NO NO NO NO NO I SAY! I’m sick and tired of the smell of it cooking, I can’t stand the sight of it in my freezer, and I refuse to eat it as I said earlier. One would think, wouldn’t one, that I’d be happy to make my own dinner and have it all for myself. Alas, I can’t make MYSELF what I want to eat for dinner because I can’t make a quarter sized portion of Beef Stroganoff or pepper steak, or food normal people eat. Plus the sides that to me make a well rounded meal. It’ll end up getting thrown out. And please don’t argue with me and tell me how to pare down recipes or anything else - I’m not interested. I’m being dramatic. Roll with it. Plus, I used to love cooking. Now I hate it. I hate everything about it anymore. That’s just one more thing he’s taken away from me that I used to derive pleasure from - but that’s another thread.
Today, there was a predictable argument about what to have for dinner. You’ll NEVER ever guess what HE wanted. I wanted nothing to do with it. He asked me if I’d cook it for him. I said “HELL NO! Make it your own damn self.” And now I’m going to have the freakin’ leftovers of his fucking chicken in my fridge taking up space . And the kitchen is going to be a mess by the time he’s done. I’ll have a salad and seethe.
The husband does not understand my hatred of all things poultry. Except for eggs - I do like eggs. ANYWAY, I have repeatedly told him in no uncertain terms - I will only eat chicken prepared in one of three and 1/2 ways. I will happily eat chicken when it is:
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[li]In a hot chicken salad made with onions and celery and mayo and chunks of velveeta in it, on a hamburger bun, wrapped in tin foil, and then baked until the bun is hot and the velveeta is all melty.[/li][li]Chicken marsala. With extra gravy (or sauce, or whatever you call it.)[/li][li]Chicken shish-kabobs . Green pepper, onion, mushrooms and chunks of chicken breast all marinated in teriyaki sauce, then grilled served with a side of teriyaki sauce to dip it in.[/li][li]Fried. Like KFC. Then I only eat the skin. (This is the 1/2. Because I don’t actually eat the chicken.)[/li][/ul]
Just for those of you who I know will give me grief please do remember that if I’m invited to someone’s house, I eat what’s prepared for me with a damn smile on my face so don’t lay that picky person who eats like toddler shtick on me.
I’m going with the hot chicken sandwiches if I had to pick one and only one way to have it for the rest of my life.
How about you guys? If you were forced to eat chicken prepared only one way for the rest of your life, what way would that be? Feel free to substitute some other food that you’ll only eat prepared a very specific way or you won’t eat it if you want.
I’m curious.
Sorry I took so long to get the pointl.