hand over that jug o'Gallo

Now our daughter loves to cook. Generally, by Judge Judy, she's chopping up enough garlic for a lasagna take-out stand, and while Keith's on, she's got the oven going. I showed her how to combine a whole chicken, some cooking oil, garlic and a few oranges and come up with orange chicken, my own approach to it, at least. Secret is, you got to loosen the skin, the chicken's that is, and put the fixings between that and the meat, also known as the dead carcass, for all the fans of dead carcasi, and you probably know who you are.

So, oiled, oranged and garlicked, the chicken is placed into a very hot oven, gas on, and left there until it gets crispy. That's the whole idea - crispy. So she, in the hopes that more orangy is better orangy cut oranges in half and laid them on chicken pieces, making them soggy through the cooking process, because the slices of orange don't expose the skin to the heat and the oranges end up looking like matching orange tumors once the cooking's done.

Why the cooking lesson from this male, don't rightly know, but by the time Jeopardy's on, we're eating, and if it's not video night (Walk the Line, maybe?), the bones and orange tumors pieces are in the trash before bedtime. Oh, yeah, and there's little precious wine time.