Last night I bought a rotisserie chicken at the store. I pulled the meat from the carcass and threw out the skin. I pulled the meat apart. I covered it with BBQ sauce and put it on the stove for a bit. I served on a bun along with some slaw, french fries and some leftover homemade potato salad from supper on Sunday.
The boy hated it. The wife did not like it much. She said "It tastes like pulled pork, only made with chicken".
Yes. What was she expecting? I guess I will not make that agian. The two of them are so picky it is frustrating. We eat the same meals repeatedly because neither will eat anything new. Yet the complain they are tired of everything. I guess we will have *&^%$#@ spaghetti tonight for the billionth time.
Reading blogs and writing about this nonsense does not get the forecast done.
7 comments:
Damn! I thought that all sounded very tasty. If we weren't so far apart I'd come over for the leftovers.
Maybe it's time the boy learns to cook.
BBQ sauce from a store is a crime against nature. I did not really understand BBQ or really taste BBQ until I ventured deep into the south. Uh, Florida doesn't count.
James Old Guy
BBQ sauce from a store is a crime against nature. I did not really understand BBQ or really taste BBQ until I ventured deep into the south. Uh, Florida doesn't count.
James Old Guy
I would have ate hell out of that.
Got a bird in the crock pot now that's gonna get similar treatment when the meat falls off the bone.
That wife & kid haven't been properly starved!
I haven't seen you TPS report just yet.
Any problem working Saturday?
Lumberg
When someone else is cooking, I eat it without complaints! Sounded okay to me---you must've spoiled them with other dishes!
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