Sunday, June 05, 2011

Creative Cookery

You may recall this post where I discussed Isaac's growing sense of experimentation in the kitchen with specific regard to inventive versions of peanut butter sandwiches.  I want to capitalize on this new culinary interest.  The boy will one day be on his own and need to eat more than just peanut butter sandwiches.  If I succeed in instilling a sense of thrift as well he will not be subsisting on take-out food.  I'd like him to be somewhat competent in the kitchen.  I think any future wife of his will appreciate this too.

So it was recently that I requested his help in making dinner so that I may expand his skill set a bit in the process.  Admittedly, I am somewhat notorious for forgetting to take meat out of the freezer to thaw.  Thank God for microwaves.  I pulled some boneless chicken breasts out of the freezer for dinner and handed them to Isaac with the comment, "We need to thaw these first."

The boy has always been a bit of a problem solver.  Might I add he was not terribly interested in helping me, not when there was baseball to be watching or Wii to be playing or dust to be collecting.  Here then is his solution to how to thaw the chicken AND have Mom ask you to remove yourself from her presence in the kitchen.




I hope the girl he marries has a sense of humor...

8 comments:

Bijoux said...

Considering I have a phobia about raw chicken, this would FREAK ME OUT! (and yes, I see the plastic wrap on them - but still!)

Cricket said...

Making cock au vin, were ya?

Sorry.

haphazardlife said...

He's that hot? - Jazz

G-Man said...

I can just imagine his first BJ..
Hmmmm, taste like chicken!
(There Cricket...Now you don't have the most 'fowl' comment)

Beach Bum said...

That picture reminds me that I "occasionally" do something ridiculous in the kitchen when my wife wants help just so she will kick me out.

Craig said...

I'm assuming you just didn't show the one he had tucked into his butt-crack. . .

I had an aunt who was a sweet lady, but could be a little dim sometimes. Once, I went to her house on a bitterly cold day, and my hands and fingers were freezing cold, so she just spontaneously took my hands and pressed them into her armpits to warm them up. With all the, um incidental contact that you might imagine, if you think about it for too long. . .

coopernicus said...

someone needs to explain to him him the difference between 'thaw' and 'choke'

secret agent woman said...

Note to self: If for some reason you ever feel a need to eat chicken, do not do so at Lime's house.