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Absolutely. I have eaten it carved right off the bird and it’s like eating a sponge. But just like a sponge, it’s easy to add flavor to it.
Drumstick though, ugh.
One of my neighbors did a fast drive-by. I was standing two steps off of the cub when he drove past me at 50-60 mph less than a foot from ny back. It was definitely intentional; even the neighbor I was talking to mentioned it. Q: Should I report it to the police?
Do you have an outstanding beef that you are aware of? I think the police are going to not care, except possibly as documenting a potential ongoing pattern of harassment (which is why I asked if you have a beef (or think that he might have a beef (I have a neighbor who hates me with a burning passion - I really don’t know what I might have done))).
I love them too. Maybe it’s my inner cavewoman coming out or something, but when we get chicken pieces from the local chicken joint, I always eat the legs first.
This is funny to me because my mom always used to tell the story of how her mom had the entire family convinced that her favorite piece of chicken was really, truly the neck. The woman brought up three of her own children and two of her brother’s during the Depression, so I’m sure she was good at taking the worst of everything with a smile.
I often make hot wings for my husband from scratch because the commercial ones have so much sodium he really shouldn’t ever eat them (but he will give in to temptation if there aren’t any in the house). He seems to like them, but one disadvantage to being a vegetarian cook is that you never really know how sincere your family members are being when they appreciate meat you’ve cooked.
There is a ‘new’ group of neighbors (OK, some 4-5 years ago now ) who all seem to know each other, who all seem to watch each others kids in turns in their basements, who all shop together in 3 car groups down the street. Whenever a house goes up for sale, someone who seems to be a part of that group buys it. They are very anti social ( I’d say nasty is a better word ) and I think that they are trying to chase older people out of the neighborhood so they can buy up their houses and bring more “friends” in.
I say, live and let live; my life doesn’t need them in it… but I think that they have me (and my house ) on their radar…
That’s literally more than I make in a month. Like, rent + bills + silly expenses like food & gas for my car to get me to work + nonsense bullshit like cat food.
But ATTN BOOMERS:
My GeNeRaTiON iS KiLlINg [various industry here] sO 
go us
… christ, that’s hard to type out that way. Who actually does that?
As gratifying as it is to have your respect, I feel that it’s incumbent upon me to offer some autobiographical detail for the sake of clarification. My family consisted of me, kaylasmom, and Kayla. I got plenty of non-wing chicken meat. I ate the wings because the alternative was throwing them out. My point was that eating a chicken wing is a huge PITA.
During the dark days of COVID, my friend’s brewery had difficulty getting chicken wings and the price he paid fluctuated wildly. When we were able to get his wings (take out only, masks and curbside pickup) there was always one wing wrapped special for Rocco, our parrot.
The last house in your neighborhood to be sold to the cult will be sold for a pittance. As much as it pains me to say it, now’s the time to bail out. Before any other of your remaining neighbors do the same.
If this group was a bunch of meth-cookers or bikers the police might be interested. If they’re just a bunch of home-schooling religious wackos, the police will have less than zero interest because they have less than zero authority to act.
You’ve had the bad fortune to have a plague of locusts settle on your farm, not the one next door. Understanding the situation you are actually in, not the one you wish you were in is key to surviving. They will win unless you die first. And if you do, your heirs will be stuck with selling the house … to them. Cut your losses before they get significant.
Does anyone else agree with this…?
I’m afraid I thought the same when reading your post.
Your account of the situation might not be complete and might have omitted some of the positive aspects of the neighbourhood or other important details, but reading it at face value I’m afraid I have to agree with @LSLGuy. The way you described it sounds like a no-win situation for you that may only get worse.
I’ll share that a similar situation was going on in the neighborhood my father lived in. Which colors my perspective.
He bought that house brand new when I was 10ish and he was 35-ish. He was still enjoying living there long after all the kids were gone, he’d gotten divorced and remarried, he’d retired, etc. He was utterly and happily entrenched there in his early retirement years. Lots of the neighbors were in the same boat. Now retired a few years and still living in the house they’d bought to raise their growing family in. All settled, all mature landscaping, all houses long since fully paid-off and appreciating nicely in Southern California. With pre-Proposition 13 property taxes (read as “negligible” for those not familiar with CA property taxation)
Yes, the houses were too big now, but that just meant the maid service took a little longer to clean each week. Space is comfortable.
Then Those People showed up in the neighborhood. Some sort of wacky group-living cult. Over the next few years the Pod People bought every house that came on the market. They paid full price for the first few, but pretty quickly word got around the real estate agent community to steer their non-Pod buyers elsewhere. Leaving just the Pod People (or the clueless out-of-towners) to make offers.
Dad died a few years later and the Pod People were the only possible buyers for his place. His widow and his kids (including me) did OK out of the deal, since we all had zero invested in Dad’s house. But compared to comps a mile away where the Pod People weren’t, we got utterly screwed. Like half a million dollars worth of screwed.
So given that experience I’m perhaps a bit quick to shout FIRE! when I think I maybe possibly smell smoke. Only you know what’s going on in your neighborhood and it may not be as severe a problem as we had.
I will suggest that you might want to first figure out which real estate agents have been used to buy these places for your cultists. Then contact some other agent(s) from other agency(s) to ask them what they know about your neighborhood. “I’m musing abut selling; how’s the market, can I get an informal appraisal, etc.,?” Also check with a different batch of agents lying that you are thinking about buying into this neighborhood.
You may learn stuff that’ll either put your mind at ease or make you get your ass in gear pronto.
Yes, this. I will add that one thing that has served me very well (especially when selling, but it works both ways) is driving around the neighbourhood and seeing if there is one particular real estate agent, or maybe two, that is/are dominant in that area. Sometimes there are, and these will be agents who specialize in specific neighbourhoods and know the area inside out. These folks can be your source of experienced information and, if need be, a possible key to a quick sale if that’s what it comes to.
All true. In the non-cult case. But if the cultists have already arrived, that agent who’s concentrating in that area is already in their pocket. Been there, done that.
Hence my caveat to find out who those corrupt agents are and seek other unaffiliated agents.
The ‘Cult’ all seem to have NYC in common… but they have different religions ( re-reading, that sounded like a dog whistle ). Some of their cars are really expensive; one of them drives a top of the line Alfa-Romeo; some have ‘FD’ stamps on their license plates, some have ‘PD’ stamps.
The only other thing they have in common besides well paying jobs in NYC as that they all seem to be Red Hat Maga ( or their house frau ). Let’s face it: that disease is almost everywhere that I could move to… so…
(On the bright side, there’s very little chance of a Home Invasion à la ‘Once Upon A Time In Hollywood’.)
Ah, that’s very different. One thing I learned here in Florida Condoland is folks from NYC often recruit their neighbors and co-workers up there to be their neighbors and co-workers down here. And their extended family if they’re the sort who have 20 first cousins and a hundred second cousins.
Those folks are mostly unobjectionable (except for the accents which are fingernails on chalkboard to me). Although the implied vehicular assault that started your rant gives me some pause about how unobjectionable some of these folks are.
This past week I upgraded my old phone for a newer one. After a bit of fiddling I was able to transfer just about everything (tracfone account info, apps, data) from the old one to the new one. Of course, the new phone came with the expected bloatware such as games I have no intention of ever playing, apps I have no intention of ever using, etc, which I have been searching out and uninstalling.
My complaint is that on my old phone I had notifications set up for some apps which I cannot seem to get set up on the new phone. For example, I had Slack set to ping whenever there was a new post. I have tried going to the notification section of settings, and it shows that notifications are allowed for Slack. I went to the preference section of Slack and verified that it is set to send notifications whenever anything is posted to it. it’s driving me crazy (all right, crazier).