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Saturday, November 29
franicking and other adventures
I was looking online for some meal ideas tonight when I came across a fascinating, first-person review of a recipe for Lemon Garlic Chicken. I republish it here for you with no alterations whatsoever:
"I'll never make this again. Two weeks ago my husbund called me at home to say he invited his boss to our house for supper that night. I franicked. I just picked my dauther up from school because she had pinkeye and to make matters worst, it was two days before my husbunds payday and we were out of meat with no money to by none either. I dug through the deep freeze and found some chicken and I checked the internet for a recipie. I was in the mood for tangy but I didn't want to fuss because I had to take my dauther to rite aids to pick up her subscription. This recipie sounded good to me and I just figured everyone else on here just gave it a bad rate because they messed it up. I dumped all the ingerdents in the crockpot and said a little prayer. At Rite aids, I picked up a box of white wine. When we came home, it smelled lemon-y and garlic-y. I boiled some minute rice and eggerly waited for my husbund and his boss to come home. When they came home, I had my dauther poor them some white wine. My husbund said she shouldnt because her eye was swolled up but I she washed her hands. After we all prayed, I started to ladle to Slow Cooker Garlic Chicken I over the minute rice I could tell it was going to be a disaster. My husbunds boss "Jeff" tried to hide his discust at overburdensome fragrants. My husbund wasn't speaking to me because he was mad about the wine thing. I could tell he was real mad. "Jeff" ate half and then exused himself for a call and said he had to leave."
She sold me; I won't be making it either.
"I'll never make this again. Two weeks ago my husbund called me at home to say he invited his boss to our house for supper that night. I franicked. I just picked my dauther up from school because she had pinkeye and to make matters worst, it was two days before my husbunds payday and we were out of meat with no money to by none either. I dug through the deep freeze and found some chicken and I checked the internet for a recipie. I was in the mood for tangy but I didn't want to fuss because I had to take my dauther to rite aids to pick up her subscription. This recipie sounded good to me and I just figured everyone else on here just gave it a bad rate because they messed it up. I dumped all the ingerdents in the crockpot and said a little prayer. At Rite aids, I picked up a box of white wine. When we came home, it smelled lemon-y and garlic-y. I boiled some minute rice and eggerly waited for my husbund and his boss to come home. When they came home, I had my dauther poor them some white wine. My husbund said she shouldnt because her eye was swolled up but I she washed her hands. After we all prayed, I started to ladle to Slow Cooker Garlic Chicken I over the minute rice I could tell it was going to be a disaster. My husbunds boss "Jeff" tried to hide his discust at overburdensome fragrants. My husbund wasn't speaking to me because he was mad about the wine thing. I could tell he was real mad. "Jeff" ate half and then exused himself for a call and said he had to leave."
She sold me; I won't be making it either.
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oh. my. word.
Wow!
I don't know what has me more speechless, the spelling or the box wine or the pink eye.
Forget the grammar and spelling: I was fascinated that a person would care to share this much detail in a recipe review.
The pink eye and the ladling chicken in the same breath did make me a little queasy.
The pink eye and the ladling chicken in the same breath did make me a little queasy.
So, are you going to post the frecipe?
Was that what we were doing this morning at church? Franicking?
This is hilarious. Every bit of it. A little pinkeye ladling, some box wine, and "overburdensome fragrants" is all I need for a good time...
This is hilarious. Every bit of it. A little pinkeye ladling, some box wine, and "overburdensome fragrants" is all I need for a good time...
haaaaaahaaaaaa...I franick every time I think about having to cook dinner too!!!!!
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That is priceless! Thanks for sharing!
This is hilarious! Sadly, it seemed all too familiar as sometimes this is how my brain works--minus the typos! I can tell a good rambling story that may or may not eventually get to the point. But not when my kids are sick. Because when they are sick we usually stay home. And then I have no one to talk to. So usually, I call my sister. Have you met my sister? She is so funny. The other day she told me the funniest story about potato salad...
I'm going to let this lady write all my blogs. She gets more comments than I do.
This story has the makings of a good hallmark card.