I am contemplating making fried chicken.
In my 30+ years of cooking, I have probably made fried chicken three times.
I shy away from frying anything --not only is it not healthy, but I don't like grease spitting all over the stove. (As this household's Chief Executive in Charge of Sanitation all clean-up duties fall to my department and I lean toward less messy cooking methods .)
Because DH does enjoy a piece of fried chicken now and then, I may just throw caution to the wind and present him with a platter of crispy fried chicken strips (I am not planning to go all out and fry up the whole bird --just small breast strips--but that's a start).
When (and if) I do, our dining room table is prepared for the awe-inspiring presentation (Not that it is going to look that beautiful, but DH will be in awe because fried chicken is being served at our table).
This morning I did a whole table to commemorate the chicken...


Yes, I even have dishes with roosters on them
(Bob Timberlake's "Ella's Rooster" is the pattern).
I have Mr. and Mrs. sitting in the center of the table. Mr. is holding his bucket of eggs and a bag of his favorite chicken chow (popcorn kernels).

Mrs. finally has a moment to relax, and she is reading her favorite book, The Little Red Hen (she feels that she can relate to the story).

The chickens around my house lay unusual eggs
These are real eggs that I have blown out and decoupaged (see the little hole in the end of the egg?).
For napkins, I used bandanas
Just a fun quirky table. It won't last long (because, well...it's quirky!)
These long cold Michigan winters tend to make people a little crazy (wind chill this morning is 11 below zero).
Do you think perhaps I have lived through one too many already? LOL
In my 30+ years of cooking, I have probably made fried chicken three times.
I shy away from frying anything --not only is it not healthy, but I don't like grease spitting all over the stove. (As this household's Chief Executive in Charge of Sanitation all clean-up duties fall to my department and I lean toward less messy cooking methods .)
Because DH does enjoy a piece of fried chicken now and then, I may just throw caution to the wind and present him with a platter of crispy fried chicken strips (I am not planning to go all out and fry up the whole bird --just small breast strips--but that's a start).
When (and if) I do, our dining room table is prepared for the awe-inspiring presentation (Not that it is going to look that beautiful, but DH will be in awe because fried chicken is being served at our table).
This morning I did a whole table to commemorate the chicken...


Yes, I even have dishes with roosters on them
(Bob Timberlake's "Ella's Rooster" is the pattern).
I have Mr. and Mrs. sitting in the center of the table. Mr. is holding his bucket of eggs and a bag of his favorite chicken chow (popcorn kernels).

Mrs. finally has a moment to relax, and she is reading her favorite book, The Little Red Hen (she feels that she can relate to the story).

The chickens around my house lay unusual eggs

For napkins, I used bandanas

Just a fun quirky table. It won't last long (because, well...it's quirky!)
These long cold Michigan winters tend to make people a little crazy (wind chill this morning is 11 below zero).
Do you think perhaps I have lived through one too many already? LOL
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