Yesterday was the anniversary of when Husband proposed to me.
You’ll note that had he waited a week, he could have proposed to me on Valentine’s Day. The fact that he did not worked to his advantage.
I like to think he knew that had he waited until Valentine’s Day to propose, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Really? So this is how it’s going to be?”
Anyway, I bring this up now because about a week ago, I had the oddest dream where Husband said he wanted a divorce because I overcooked the chicken.
To that I replied, “But you don’t even like chicken!”
And he said, “I know! That’s what makes this so hard!”
Now honestly, you’d think after 33 years of being together, a guy would show more flexibility in matters such as these.
But nope. Not Dream Husband. He was being a real putz.
The dream continued, as these things often do, into the division of our property.
He said I could have the car, which sounds pretty generous, right? Except I knew it was really low in gas.
Then he said I could have the house too, but I said, “Oh no, you don’t! You’re not sticking me with the house!”
(On account of the backyard needs weeding, and I really hate weeding.)
In the end, I got the houseplants, Dog, and the empty gas tank. Husband got the T.V., motorcycle, and weeds.
Now the thing about the dream was that it was so darn real. You know the kind of dream I’m talking about? The kind where you wake up and think, did that just happen? Am I divorced now? Dang. I should fill up the car.
Well, I checked and sure enough, Husband was still next to me and looked reasonably content to stay there. I figured all was well.
Only in the very next instant, I realized we were having chicken for dinner. I mean, holy cow! What are the odds?
I know I could have changed plans, but the chicken was already defrosted. And there’s only so long you can put off defrosted chicken.
Talk about having a lot riding on a meal!
The chicken turned out fine, and we’re still married.
One more thing:
I’d like to point out that when I told Husband about my dream, he assured me he’d never leave me on account of overcooked chicken.
“Now steak, on the other hand… ”
Good to know the man has standards.
Oven Fried Chicken
There’s only one way Husband likes chicken, and that’s fried. However I prefer it roasted. This recipe is proof of how compromise works in a marriage. It’s a combination of both options, and we both like it. Plus, it’s a bit healthier than fried chicken, and far less messy.
- 1 cut up chicken (bone-in)*
- 1/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1/4 cup butter
- 1 egg, beaten
- 3/4 cup flour
- 1 teaspoon salt**
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/4 teaspoon cracked black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon onion powder
- 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
Set oven to 425 degrees. Put oil and butter in 13×9-inch baking pan and set in oven as it preheats.
Beat egg in a small bowl, on a plate mix together flour and seasonings. Dip chicken pieces in egg and dredge in flour mixture until coated.
Place chicken in heated pan and return to oven. Cook uncovered for 30 minutes. Turn chicken and cook for 20 to 30 minutes longer, until largest pieces are done.
*You don’t have to buy a whole chicken; you can just buy the pieces you prefer. For instance, my family prefers drumsticks and wings because we’re heathens. Perhaps you prefer breasts, as orthodox people do. Good for you.
**If you start with frozen chicken, or even if you don’t, I highly recommend putting the chicken in a brine bath the morning you plan on cooking it: In a bowl, put about 2 Tablespoons kosher salt and enough water to cover the chicken and set it in the fridge. Not only will it defrost the chicken, it seasons it perfectly. If you use this method, skip the salt in the flour mixture.