April 29, 2010

Buffalo Chicken Haunting









Ok, really Dustan made something to eat.  And this was something that he's been haunted by ever since I've known him.  Buffalo Chicken.  Dustan remembers the first time he ate a buffalo chicken sandwich the way some people describe their first time seeing Lord of the Rings.  Like, all other food now pales in comparison and he could eat this food any time, anywhere, and never get tired of eating it.  The way he feels about the combination of blue cheese and buffalo sauce is pretty much the same way I feel looking at Arwen's ears and Aragorn wearing a necklace at the same time.

Aaaaaaanyway, Dust just decided the other night that he was going to make buffalo chicken in our kitchen, and he totally succeeded.  The first version was boneless buffalo chunks, because that's all we had, but next we'll try wings.  Here's what he did:

Soaked chicken in buttermilk and an egg white, then coated in flour, salt, pepper.  Fried chicken in an inch of hot oil until it was beautifully golden, turning every few minutes until done.  Then tossed the fried chicken in buffalo hot sauce in a wide flat bowl.  Soooo easy and we were totally impressed by how inexpensive it was.  And how legitimate it looked!


April 15, 2010

*Yawn*Stretch...

It's a good morning here in Wisconsin.  The sun is out and it's doing its job.  Warming the earth, pulling my face up, poking fun at my hooded sweatshirt and causing all black dogs everywhere to pant with a heavy grin.  I have the windows open, and music from passing cars fills my house.  What was once a dull thud is now the full range, treble and all.   

Tonight's gonna be a good night. 

You're telling me!  My sister arrives in Milwaukee at 5:30! 

I'm coming back to this space (again) like a family coming home from vacation.  I'm pulling up in the driveway with apprehension.  Still looks the same.  Internet authorities haven't condemned the place.  Peeking around the front door, expecting lizard infestation or flood.  Everything is how I left it.  All nine of you are still here!  How sweet.  Thanks for your longsuffering.  I could say it's been a crazy couple weeks, but what I would really mean by that is I haven't been clambering over top of the normal craziness of life to blog.  Such a great word, that.  Clambering.  I think it should replace "come" in the well-rehearsed sentences of life.  To the whiny backseaters, "Don't make me clamber back there."  How else?

It would be great to stay and write awhile, but my sister is coming.  And I get a little crazy before house guests descend.  I start cleaning the stove and alphabetizing Q-tips and rearranging the pillows I just arranged and such.  I'm clambering back soon.

Love,
Sweet Potato

April 5, 2010

As if you couldn't already tell...

This is one of those "abandon it altogether" kind of times.