ajbert
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My wife has a knack of making meals using what we have at the house, she has been doing it since we got married 35 years ago. A while back she made something and I said that was damn good and asked what she called it. She didn't have a name for it so I deemed Damn Good #1. Neither of us can remember what she made, though.
So, now when she comes up with something I randomly assign it a number. This is where #187 comes from. She had gone to the store to get the usual fixing to make a stew the other day. She wanted me to get a deer roast out of the freezer so she could soak it in water in the fridge for a couple of days. I forgot to and she forgot to tell me again. She had the veggies simmer in a pot on the stove and I asked where was the meat? She blamed me for some reason for not getting the meat out of the freezer so she was going to make a chicken stew. That kinda didn't sit well with me but I wasn't about to say anything. She cut up the chicken and browned them in bacon grease, made up some chicken stock and added to the veggies, along with some corn starch to thicken thing up. Let that simmer for a while and added the mushrooms.
When it was done I lied a bit about not being hungry yet, with the truth being I wanted her to taste it as chicken stew just did not sound right to me. She ate her share and I asked if it was good. Of course she said yes and offered me a taste. She was right, it was damn good! I got me a bowl full and tore into it, and somewhere between the spoon and my mouth I realized what it reminded of. Chicken and dumplings minus the dumplings, and a chicken pot pie minus the crust. I've never like either one of them because I despise soggy crust, dough or bread.
She has added a few of her Damn Good recipes in a homemade cook book to pass on to the kids and grandkids, and I told her this is definitely one to add to the book! Sorry, no pics as who takes pics of making chicken stew?
So, now when she comes up with something I randomly assign it a number. This is where #187 comes from. She had gone to the store to get the usual fixing to make a stew the other day. She wanted me to get a deer roast out of the freezer so she could soak it in water in the fridge for a couple of days. I forgot to and she forgot to tell me again. She had the veggies simmer in a pot on the stove and I asked where was the meat? She blamed me for some reason for not getting the meat out of the freezer so she was going to make a chicken stew. That kinda didn't sit well with me but I wasn't about to say anything. She cut up the chicken and browned them in bacon grease, made up some chicken stock and added to the veggies, along with some corn starch to thicken thing up. Let that simmer for a while and added the mushrooms.
When it was done I lied a bit about not being hungry yet, with the truth being I wanted her to taste it as chicken stew just did not sound right to me. She ate her share and I asked if it was good. Of course she said yes and offered me a taste. She was right, it was damn good! I got me a bowl full and tore into it, and somewhere between the spoon and my mouth I realized what it reminded of. Chicken and dumplings minus the dumplings, and a chicken pot pie minus the crust. I've never like either one of them because I despise soggy crust, dough or bread.
She has added a few of her Damn Good recipes in a homemade cook book to pass on to the kids and grandkids, and I told her this is definitely one to add to the book! Sorry, no pics as who takes pics of making chicken stew?
