I have been in SUCH a blogging funk, you guys.
More than a dozen times, I've wadded up this blog and thrown it in the trash.
I guess Erma Bombeck would have called it writer's block.
I loved Erma.
Oh my word, she was the best ever.
(Please don't tell me you don't know who I'm talking about.)
Anyway, lest I forfeit all I've fought for for this site (wait, what?),
I press on.
So, you'll pardon me graciously if this is an absolutely NOTHING post,
with nary a nugget of helpfulness, alrighty?
On Saturday I received a big fat cook book that I ordered.
All of the time.
Or something along those lines.
I was so stoked for about 17 minutes,
then I wanted to curl up in the corner of my hen house.
And run to Walmart for a loaf of white bread.
But as my OCD personality dictates, I WILL master the recipes in this massive book.
Last night I made fried chicken strips for dinner and nearly died.
Why do I do this to myself?
I do not know.
But just look at this incredible goodness.
THAT'S why I do it.
Though the mess, I could do without.
But my new handy-dandy fryer made it amazingly easier.
And THEN, I froze a gob of the leftovers.
Fried chicken strips make THE best sandwiches, wraps, salads, whatever!
So now, in retrospect, I am very happy I fried chicken last night.
And for tonight's dinner,
I am making made-from-scratch chicken noodle soup.
With homemade noodles, of course.
(Guys, it's SO easy, really.)
And just like that, that's all I have for you today, people.
I'm going back into my funk now, okay?
Enjoy your evening immensely!!