Parenting Chat Thread #3 (11 years old, pregnant, parents, son)
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We tried being frugal and cooking an entire chicken tonight. Big fail. The thermometer said it was fully cooked in all three spots we checked. It wasn't, though. Of course, we also neglected to rinse the chicken in the first place, so it was all nasty looking inside. Then hubby proceeded to murder the chicken in his attempt at carving. They need classes for this, man.
I have never attempted that, and DH is always in charge of the Thanksgiving turkey. Sorry your attempt failed.
Oh yeah. Our neighborhood "social committee" head suffers from agoraphobia. She never leaves her house, yet is in charge of planning the 4 neighborhood parties we hold each year. One year she even hosted it, but never came out to join the festivities. But, she volunteered, and nobody else did.
That's quite a contradiction, huh? Since my son is turning agoraphobic, I can understand why she volunteered. People with these fears want more than anything to do the things they are afraid to do. They aren't antisocial recluses by choice. At the spur of the moment, they feel very capable, like when my son applied for and accepted the job down the hill from us. After they have time to think about it, they become outright terrified. I'm actually impressed that she still followed through and planned the festivities, even though she didn't join them herself.
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Originally Posted by rkb0305
that is very odd. my issue is a mom who volunteered to coach soccer when one was needed, then backed out to have surgery. She knew she was having surgery but supposedly didn't know how extensive it would be. I think she volunteered in order to "save the day" even though she knew she wouldn't be able to do it.
Surgery is good reason to back out. Perhaps she truly didn't know how extensive it would be. I had to back out of some Lacrosse club position when I became weak with my B-12 deficiency. I had zero energy. I'm not talking just a little tired. I literally couldn't get out of bed. Heck, I fell asleep while standing and in the middle of talking. Very scary.. I'm sure some people who didn't know me well thought I was a slacker. Thank goodness many of the parents knew me for most of my life and knew it wasn't like me to just quit for no good reason.
We tried being frugal and cooking an entire chicken tonight. Big fail. The thermometer said it was fully cooked in all three spots we checked. It wasn't, though. Of course, we also neglected to rinse the chicken in the first place, so it was all nasty looking inside. Then hubby proceeded to murder the chicken in his attempt at carving. They need classes for this, man.
You definitely need a new themometer. Try it again. Whole chicken is so much more tender, in addition to frugal..
So, I asked my mom if TG could spend the night sometime, on the weekend.
I asked about a week ago or more.
She said no, I didn't say anything more or ask again.
I came home tonight.
TG and I had an argument earlier.
MY BROTHER IS ON THE COUCH WITH AN EFFING GIRL.
Curled up with a girl on the couch in the living room.
Its NOT his girlfriend, which he just broke up with a few days ago, its another girl....
*Edit* Let me be more clear, SHE'S SLEEPING OVER! They are sleeping together on the couch.
I am at a loss for words, really I am.
I wouldn't have even been allowed THAT when I was 17, I'm not even allowed that now.
I'm trying to wrap my mind around all this but it's just not wrapping...
And they're gone...
I have a cold, I am sick as hell, fever/aches/etc, went to go get the thermometer from my mom's bathroom and my brother and said girl are gone from the couch....
I bet they went to play scrabble.
We tried being frugal and cooking an entire chicken tonight. Big fail. The thermometer said it was fully cooked in all three spots we checked. It wasn't, though. Of course, we also neglected to rinse the chicken in the first place, so it was all nasty looking inside. Then hubby proceeded to murder the chicken in his attempt at carving. They need classes for this, man.
Easy roasted chicken directions:
RINSE AND REMOVE ICKY BITS (most important).
Slather with olive oil.
Sprinkle liberally (no political reference intended) with herbs. Garlic and ground rosemary is a good combo, and pretty cheap, or you can cheat and buy a package of mixed herbs from the grocery.
Throw into a roasting pan with olive-oil-coated carrots, onions, potatoes, all cut into "two bite" sizes.
Cook breast side down at about 375 until the legs look just a bit overdone and seem like they might want to fall off with only a little provocation.
Remove meat from bones, throw bones in soup pot with the tops of the carrots, some onion, and whatever else you have lying around. (Within reason; chocolate chips would be weird.)
Eat meat and veggies.
Simmer the stuff in the soup pot rest of the evening, occasionally skimming off frothy nasty stuff, and strain before going to bed. Place in refrigerator for future use, feeling virtuous.
Also, if you have a small family and don't care to be looking at chicken for days, use a fryer rather than a roaster. It'll cost a good bit less, and it's still going to taste like a chicken.
To quote Granny Aconite (who probably didn't originate it, but who gave it a certain Appalachian je ne sais quoi): "You know where to find sympathy? In the dictionary, between s*it and syphilis."
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