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Amazing the emotions that can be invested in objectsMonday, October 29, 2012
Gave a ring to a girl once. Got it back, when she dumped me for a guy named Jesus. (Translation: she broke off the engagement for reasons of religion.) I took the ring back to the place where it was created, and left it in their hands, on consignment, where they'd hold on to it until it sold and would give me an agreed upon price. Hasn't sold yet, and given the uncertainty in my life about whether I'll move out of state, etc., I paid that shop a visit to discuss either selling the item outright or leaving things as they are. The person I talked to there went and got the item, and I saw it, for the first time in three years. Held it for a moment, just to recall what it looked like, although, I probably could have drawn it from memory. Granted, the way I draw, it wouldn't look anything like the ring, but you get the point. ![]()
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BEECHNUT13
10/31/2012 7:39AM
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I'm married, and I STILL get a bit wistful about some exes.... And sorry about the Tigers... I thought we had a shot, but it seems like whenever we get anywhere, we choke. :( Report Inappropriate Comment |


EMMAEKAY
10/29/2012 9:49PM
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When my first fiance cheated on me, I attached the ring to an M-80 and blew it to kingdom come. Sometimes, you just have to lock the past where it belongs: in the past. Get an emotional-shotgun and take those undead emotions DOWN! :D Report Inappropriate Comment |


JANETTEB553
10/29/2012 5:57PM
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If you can get to the point of seeing that those 5 years helped shape who you are now and that that is ok. That is how life is how we grow. Best wishes for the next 5 years. Bitterness only sours the one holding on to it.... I Know... Report Inappropriate Comment |


LINWASH23
10/29/2012 5:56PM
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Wow, what a said blog. I know better days are ahead for you because you are not afraid to share your story. I hope you all the best. Report Inappropriate Comment |


And no, I'm not being British, swearing about a bird. Rather, my friend Ian holds what he calls Odd Tuesday potlucks, a more or less biweekly opportunity to get together and eat and laugh with friends. The event goes on hiatus during the summertime, and as I've known Ian only a few months, this was the first such event I've made it to.
The night before, I'd grabbed chicken thighs at the store, with the intention of prepping something fowl. I also happened to buy a bottle of V8, the low sodium variety, for drinking purposes. These were two unrelated events. On Wednesday (another mutual friends' band played their debut show Tuesday, hence the relocation of Odd Tuesday to a Wednesday. As an aside, this band's name is Danny Glover and the Lethal Weapons. The lead singer/guitarist's name actually is Danny Glover) as I was deboning and deskinning the chicken, I came across one thigh that was a bit, well, bloody. Maybe the farm didn't quite properly exsanguinate this bird, I don't know, but whatever the reason, the veins in this bit of chicken were still red.
The reason this matter to the story is because if the way I cook...basically I just make crap up. Start with chicken, and open up the cupboard to see what I can try. Yesterday, I had a vague idea of cooking the chicken in a soup, maybe cream of mushroom or something, and then spicing it up. But I saw that bloody bit of chicken, and I thought "Bloody Chicken!" So I went over to the liquor cabinet, and grabbed vodka, hit the refrigerator for the V8 I'd bought the night before, and a marinade was born. We didn't have any Tabasco, so I made do with Sriracha. Worcestershire sauce didn't happen, either, but it wasn't really missed. Ended up sauteeing half a sweet onion before cooking the chicken, adding more vodka and V8 to the pan, and the final result was decent enough. Got a few compliments on it at the potluck, which was nice..they must have liked the final product more than I did!
That is the fun thing about cooking for me, though, the fact that I don't always know what I'm going to get. Sometimes it works, and I've got something to try again (should take a stab at the cinnamon amaretto glazed pork chop again soon!), and sometimes it fails, an experiment gone badly. I do wish I had more conventional abilities in the kitchen, as I'd be the last to claim that I'm any sort of decent cook...but I am capable of turning out a decent tasting product, and having a bit of fun along the way, and that's good enough for me.


LAURIE5658
10/26/2012 10:02AM
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My mind was all over the place with the bloody chicken from wanting to vomit a little in my mouth due to the bloody vein to drooling with the V-8 and vodka. This recipe offers a little bit of everything for everyone! Report Inappropriate Comment |


GOOSIEMOON
10/25/2012 10:50AM
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Love your creativity!
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1CRAZYDOG
10/25/2012 8:10AM
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Interesting! I love playing with my food as well.
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DMF2012
10/25/2012 5:11AM
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Love it! What a great idea - I might have to give it a try. Thanks for sharing!
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