Chicken Trauma

Yesterday’s post bothered me a bit as I didn’t get a picture from Amy of Mick’s awesome Cherry Bomb Chicken.  I was going to let this slide but then remembered the other time Amy forgot to take a picture was of Mick’s Marmalade and Dijon Chicken wings (or I as like to call them “the Greatest Chicken wings ever!”) .  Two amazing chicken dishes and two missing photos, I was starting to think something was up with Amy and chicken.

I need to get to the bottom of this so I called Amy’s mom and asked if Amy has any issues with chicken.

“Wow, she still isn’t over Clucky…” her mom sighed in response to my query.

“Clucky?” I asked in a confused tone.

“Yeah, Clucky was our family’s pet chicken when Amy was growing up.  She was a delightful pet, so playful but yet well behaved, just a joy to be around…. I still miss her.”

“OK a pet chicken, cool.  But what was Amy’s problem with Clucky?” I probed determined to get to the bottom of this fowl mystery.

“I suppose it was our fault… Clucky was just so much fun to be around and the family probably paid more attention to it than we did to Amy and she began to resent the chicken.  It got really bad in the Christmas of 1986… Amy was down with Chicken pox, which of course she blamed Clucky for and we had booked family photos.  Every year we would get photos done and have Christmas cards made up from the photos.  So we took Clucky in her place and the Christmas cards turned out awesome.  Amy was really mad that we replaced her with a chicken.” 

“So what happened after that?”

“Things went downhill; Amy and Clucky were always fighting with each other.  I can’t count the number of times I caught Amy choking the chicken.   It got so bad we knew one of them had to go, but we really loved Clucky and well, as Amy was our daughter so I guess we had to keep her but we just couldn’t bring ourselves to get rid of Clucky.”

“So what happened in the end?” I asked.

“In January of 87, there was a big snow storm and in the confusion Clucky somehow got out in the front yard and got run over by a snow plow.  To this day I still wonder, ‘Why, WHY DID THAT CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD’!”

At this point Amy’s mom was quite upset so I thanked her for her time and let her go.

So at least now I know why Amy ‘forgot’ to take a picture of Mick’s Cherry Bomb chicken…

Cheers!

Mark

250 posts later…

This post marks the 250th article on the Zippy Sauce blog. Last week I was playing around with Blogspot’s new templates and gave the site a new look.

I removed the Robert Parker Wine of the Day gadget as most of the wines listed on it aren’t available at the LCBO and it added a cluttered look to the blog that I wasn’t keen on.

I added a new Comments gadget that lists the last three comments posted (bottom right hand side). I noticed that a couple of my posts had spam comments which I have deleted. This gadget will hopefully keep me on top of any spam. It will also be nice to display any new comments posted from my 4 or 5 loyal readers of this blog as well.

A Google search gadget has also been added (top right hand side). Mick complains to me all the time for not putting years down when I listed a wine in the Zippy Sauce wine list. Now he can search by wine + year and find what he is looking for. It is also useful to find meals that we have had as there wasn’t an easy way to do this until now.

Hopefully you all enjoy the new look and the new gadgets… one day, I'll take care of the spelling mistakes and grammar too, but don’t hold your breathe!

Cheers!

Mark

You got mail!

Kathy, Amy, Mick and myself have a lot of fun rating and discussing wines. Occasionally we get a touch mean with our comments. Hecula Monastrell was one wine that Amy and myself gave poor Mick a ton of ribbing over.

http://zippysauce.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-night-snow-problem.html

When we tried this wine, Amy and myself both found it had a real soapy taste to it and joked that you could save some money and just drink Sunlight dish soap instead. Mick got a touch defensive about this and said that he had a second bottle on the rack that he was going to put down for a few years and then since we made so much fun of it, we wouldn't get some. To which we laughed and joked that he was more than welcome to the second bottle as we could just share some Sunlight instead. Mick told us both where to go and said that Hecula was highly rated and that we didn't know what we were talking about.

I got the picture below in my Inbox yesterday and laughed ...

"Mick's subtle 'I told you so'"

Dreams

Last night I had an extremely erotic dream. The dream started off with me in the kitchen making out with two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen (other than my lovely wife of course!). After a bit, clothing was rapidly being discarded and the party was moving upstairs to the bedroom. I remember grabbing an opener and a bottle of Pinot Noir as I left the kitchen and following the two partially clad vixens upstairs.

The next two hours (yes hours, not minutes!) were filled with so much lust, depravity and debauchery that Caligula would have been proud. The dream was so incredibly real and vivid it was amazing.

When I awoke this morning, my first thought was, “Pinot?!?! What the hell was I thinking?” First off, my better half would have killed me if I spilled red wine on the carpet or the sheets (never mind the two strange naked women in the bedroom) and second, Champagne, Cava or another sparkling white wine would have been much more appropriate than Pinot Noir in that situation…

Cheers!

Mark