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08 January 2003
 
So tell us about your chicken story Liz.

Ok, I will.

So it's my dad's birthday tomorrow, and he hinted loudly that he wanted me to make him his chocolate-covered cherry cookies. Recipe here. Yes, he hinted it to me by deciding to make a Manhattan--which involves marachino (sp) cherries--just like the cookies. So he showed me how to make one, probably in the hopes that I will sometime be an obedient daughter and make him one upon request some other time. *rolls eyes* So I ask him. "Do you want the cherry cookies for your birthday" and he replies all sarcastically surprised "oh! what a good idea!" *rolls eyes* (look folks, I've go the smart-ass gene from both sides).

So, we dont' have enough cherries to make the cookies, and we need some other stuff too, so I have to stop at the store. I forget to do so yesterday, so I do today. And I'm thinking: I'm going to be baking cookies, I don't want other stuff going on in my kitchen when this happens. Yes, when I'm baking, the kitchen is MINE. So I think Wegmans has fish frys you can buy and shop while you wait for them to be freshly made up. I'll get three of those. Nope. They moved where the fish was, and it was not anywhere near the frying stuff, and no one was there to ask. So I'm a little disappointed, so I continue picking up things (butter, cherries, vanilla, chocolate chips, combos, mike & ikes, and some lean cuisine microwave dinners on sale 2 for $3), and I figure Wegmans has rotissirie chicken that's pretty good, I'll get one of those, bake Grands (tm) while I'm making up the cookie dough, and it'll be all good.

Wrong.

They don't have any chickens out. But I see them rotating on the rotissirie. And there are 2 employees and like 6 people in line at the deli. So I take a number, so as not to appear rude by just yelling stuff at the people at the deli (number 11, serving 8) and wait in line at the deli--because that's who's in charge of the chickens. And apparently numbers 7 and 8 were having big orders, because the lady with number 9 almost left, and she was up next! Lady Number 9 only wanted cheese. So they call Number 11--which is me--and the guy asks "what can I get for you?" He was like the manager-type guy fortunately. And I say, "When are you going to put the rotissirie chicken out?" He tells me "soon" Because the chicken lady was on break.

Now while I was standing in line, the chicken buzzer went off, so the chickens were freshly done. And I'm thiking If I was the chicken lady, I'd know how long the chickens had to take to cook and take my break accordingly so I could come back from break a little before the chicken alarm goes off and can get my hands washed and gloved and my workspace prepared with all the sauces they put on teh chickens and whatnot, so the chickens get done and I can get right on them! Apparently the Chicken Lady did not think thusly.

So I go and stand by the empty place where the rotissirie chickens go when they're all boxed up. And I wait. And I wait. And I hear the manager guy tell the Chicken Lady that I wanted a chicken and I had been waiting (go Manager Guy!). So she asks me what kind, and I request lemon pepper (this becomes important). So she goes in the back and steps through into a trans-dimentional porthole or something because she disappears from view. At which point I realize there's another customer by me who was waiting longer than I who asked me if they were going to put chickens out, and I told her the Chicken Lady was getting me one because I had taken a number and asked.

Now I feel a bit bad because this lady has 3 kids under the age of 7 and she was waiting longer than I was, but then again, I asked. So the Chicken Lady finally reappears from her transdimentional portal and is very confused as to where she is. But eventually, she gets around to making me my requested chicken, and she hand delivers it, and says "At leas you know it's fresh,"

Which was true, but I noticed that the freshly prepared chicken had an unusual yellow growth from it's stuffing hole. And I think cool a free lemon! shoved up the chicken's butt!

So the moral of the story is: there's always a bright side.

PS. the chicken was good, especially when dad squeezed said free lemon over the chicken right before we ate it.

PPS. The cookies are baked (41 with cherries 7 with walnuts--because the cherry jar with 1 cherry per serving and about 50 servings per jar only had 41 cherries. ok 42).

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 22:18