I am having chicken breast for the protein for my lunch today, and i love it. But chicken thighs are way better.
This may be something obvious that I’ve overlooked most of my life, but we now tenderize our chicken by pounding the shit out of it with one of those mallet things and have completely eliminated the rubbery chicken issue .
I'm a fan of beating my meat, too. If chicken or cuts of pork are going to be pan fried or baked, I like to pound it. Exception to that is the turkey that I like to beine. I usually do brines for grilled or smoked meats.
Ultimately, crispy skin comes about from removing excess moisture from the skin and then cooking it hot enough and fast enough to render out the fat and caramelize. The method of which you do that can vary wildly. You can brute force the moisture out with any blunt object, like a mallet, or you can do it osmotically via salt (or other drying agents), or you can just kill it with fire ala Nett. The results end up the same, it's just the matter of how you choose to go about it.
Well aren't we all. Not that we like to mention it in polite company but I suppose this is probably the most appropriate place to raise the subject. (see what I did there?)
Tomorrow my dad and I get to commit my demented mother to a memory ward for a week of observation— which will also involve a week of violence and cruelty from her end towards them. Really, she belongs permanently housed but boomers put such a fucking strain on senior housing like retirement homes and the like. The morbid fact is you have to wait for this evil disease to kill another one of them before you can take their room. Since she’s violent, we have to have her committed by force and tricked into thinking she’s having a medical episode and has to stay overnight (she has a 10-second memory loop at best). There are “men in the white coats” still, but they’re private businesses and are basically mercenaries for wrangling people you can’t wrangle— and you have to pay them top dollar. And if you’ve met my mom in the past five years… worth it. Here is my advice, my friends: if you ever get diagnosed with dementia, do every single person who cares about you and yourself a favour and check out early. Trust me.
Really sorry to hear it dude. My mom went out for lunch with her normal group of friends and was shocked to realize that just about every one of them is seriously fucked. One has brain cancer, one Parkinsons, one is rapidly heading down that Alzheimer's/Dementia... it was depressing, not enjoyable. I told her, "yeah, I hope I die before I get old". She'd never heard that before, so I had to explain it to her. That was strangely uncomfortable, as you could see her kind of processing her own situation to see if she was sliding down that slope yet herself. Thankfully she's not that bad right now, given her age... she's still quite mobile, gets out, travels a lot, with just a little bit of knee pain and arthritis. Her memory is going just a bit as she repeats herself a lot and we keep having that same conversation a few times over a few days, but it's on that bad. I just have to be careful that I don't get frustrated and show it. I hope shit works out for you soon, @Crown Royal
Thanks. Cest la vie I guess. I can’t help but think the amount of unhealthy abuse that baby boomers put on themselves has a play on this plague of early aging in them. They were a selfish generation— they ate like shit, smoked, drugged and drank their asses off, driving around with no seat belts on in cars made entirely out of steel— and many of them never grew out of that. My wife’s parents still smoke and drink. They’re at death’s door and not 75 years old. Aphezema. Beating cancer and shingles. Still smoking, I mean what the FUCK. They have grandkids, and they will not get to see them get married.
Sorry to hear that, that is truly a shit way to end your life. My dad's mom was the opposite, her body failed her but her mind was sharp as a tack. She hadn't been upstairs in a decade but could tell you were everything was
Sorry to hear that @Crown Royal My grandmother on my mom's side passed from Alzheimer's about 25 years ago and I'm with you. If I get it, I want to check out once I feel I'm a burden on everyone. And I think that it's bullshit that we make people live like that watching them wither away but we're championed for "doing the right thing" when it comes to putting a pet down.
My wife and I, only half jokingly, have an agreement that when we get to the point where we are both on our way out, we’d open a bottle of good wine, light a couple of cigars, start the car in a closed garage and go out on our own terms. I’ve since read that, with modern emissions controls, this may no longer be a viable option. We’ll figure something out.
There are a bunch of things that I will absolutely hit the eject button on if I get them, if I'm able to. I have no interest in living if I can no longer take care of myself.
It’s not just that— dementia erases every single thing you acquired in life and replaces it with a white wall of nothing. So every achievement. Every good moment. Every person you love— gone. In the end, according to your brain you’re an empty husk that was born into nothing and never did anything. And then you die. It’s the cruellest disease there is.
Sure, but something like ALS would be just as horrific. Your mind is fine, but your body completely shuts down until you die from being unable to breathe at the end.