Dog watch, day 6, dog is fine, coffee tables, not so much -please don't ask-, all cushions, bed linen, also not doing so good. So, as we needed to keep a beady eye on said mutt ( my own dog for all previous thoughts of ever moaning about him is now, and for the time being at least, blameless-it can't last Chewie, so enjoy your moment in the sun!!) we needed, the children and I, something we all love, but that kept us all vigilant, and created room in the freezer for curries for curry party on Sunday ( tomorrow! I will explain tomorrow). So chicken wings it was; now I know, they are cheap and cheerful, but done properly, oh how I love them. First of all, every recipe I have ever read says 25 minutes to 45 minutes of cooking time which I think may be why others do not have the love for them I do. Absolute rubbish!! These guys need to crisp up, and become chewily scrumptious, they may be cheap, but they take love and time to bring them to perfection. So for the children, a mixture of salt, pepper, thyme and lemon was sprinkled ( I can't lie, pretty lavishly) and said wings were placed sans oil into a baking dish skin side up. Mine had chilli, salt, ginger,and lime juice, but were treated in the same manner, The oven was set to 200 degrees, and then 'boot-camp mummy'-I am quoting from one of my beloved children- insisted on boring things like homework, chores ( well; recycling, bins and emptying lunchboxes, they were not down at the creek doing the laundry with stones). Then I got stuck into Empire magazine, whilst the children ribbed each other good naturedly over whose turn it was to use the computer. So- one time out later of 20 minutes apiece whilst we worked out how to resolve conflict in a peaceful manner, after the initial 30 or so minutes that the wings had already enjoyed in the oven, and I was ready to turn the oven down to 180 degrees , drain the excess fat out of each tray, and grab whichever sweet chilli sauce was available to drizzle on mine, and honey and lemon for the children. This way the skin was crisp, and the coating didn't burn to a crisp. 15 minutes more of 'I'm so hoooongray' later, because patience is, after all, a virtue I need to become better acquainted with ( in the meantime I had boiled up corn cobs with a dash of milk, and grabbed baby wipes and an extra bowl for discarded bones, I tried to make use of the witching hour I really did). Just when it appeared that our household was going to be a viable proposistion for reality televison producers: 'Balgownie Blowouts' perhaps, I presented all the lovely burnished, sticky, and -best of all- time consuming to eat- wings and corn. Happy children, happy diet ( Ruth Watson can back me up, chicken wings cooked properly take a long time to eat, and with fat rendered off them are quite good val for cal) and after I had hidden all meds for dogs in stripped off skin and flesh it would appear I had pleased everyone. This cannot possibly last, so treasure this entry. I will. Oh no, did I just type that out loud??
On a happier note I can thoroughly recommend, without hesitation, except perhaps for my mother, that Samuel L. Jackson's audio reading of the almost instant classic "Go the F**k to Sleep" made me laugh so much, when everyone had actually gone to sleep, that I think if you have similar tastes to mine, and want to hear a pseudo bedtime story read in the voice of possibly the only parent in the planet from whom that request would be listened to and obeyed, whilst being said with love, is the best night-time lullaby for any adult. See you tomorrow.
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