erma bombeck [fried chicken and noodles]

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 whole-grains.

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.

I will.

Eventually.

Moving on.

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 delicious-er.

And THEN, I froze a gob of the leftovers.

Happy Day!!

Fried chicken strips make THE best sandwiches, wraps, salads, whatever!

So now, in retrospect, I am very happy I fried chicken last night.

Mmmmmm.

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 tired.

I'm going back into my funk now, okay?

Enjoy your evening immensely!!