
Before -- bereft of gardens

Digging it

Getting There
08 Thursday Oct 2009
Posted in Life at Home

Before -- bereft of gardens

Digging it

Getting There
04 Sunday Oct 2009
Posted in Life at Home
The story begins when girl meets boy on a blind date. Not so impressed, the girl decides she will not go out with the boy again. So she refuses his invitation when he calls for another date. But when the boy keeps on calling, she begins to feel sorry for him. So she finally gives in and accepts the boy’s invitation for a second date. And then later, for who knows what reasons he asked and she responded, they went ahead and got married.
This public story of how my parents came to be married makes me wonder about the underlying personal stories I do not know. Unlike my Aunt Jo and Uncle Bob, I do not believe my parents were a love match. For fifty-two years, they treated each other more like business partners than lovers. And I don’t think they dated very long. Because even basic facts like my father’s age were not shared until later. My mother learned that my father was four years her senior when he provided his date of birth for my birth certificate. It wasn’t that Dad was hiding the fact; Mother had just assumed that Dad was a year older than her since he had graduated high school a year ahead of her. Since Mom thought she knew, she’d hadn’t bothered to ask. And only when it was clear she didn’t know did Dad bother to set the facts straight.
I only saw my parents kiss one time. And that was at my request, some Christmas Eve afternoon, almost fifty years ago. So if is wasn’t for love, why did my parents marry? Was Dad looking for a mother figure? Did he hunger for the stability of a real home? Did Mom marry Dad on the rebound? Or did Mom marry Dad because it was time to marry rather than because she’d found Mr. Right?
But even without romance, my parents stayed married. Like many others of their marital vintage, they stayed married because they said they would.
02 Friday Oct 2009
Posted in In the Kitchen, Life at Home
Tags
Chicken, College Sports, Cooking, Easy Meals, Family Humor, In the Kitchen, Raising Children, Savory Baked Chicken
To my eternal good, my husband’s first wife discarded her marriage vows for greener pastures. But liking my husband’s last name so much, Cathy wore her first married name through two subsequent marriages and divorces. While I don’t know what subsequent husbands thought about her last name souvenir, I can report that husband number one simply shrugs his shoulders and laughs; Mr. West is glad she found something about him worth keeping.
Thankfully, when wife number one vacated my husband’s life, she left behind a few recipes worth keeping. This baked chicken recipe is one. It takes less than an hour to prepare from start to finish, which makes it a perfect meal to whip up after a day at work or school. We keep it just as simple with the sides — a package of Lipton’s Butter Noodles and maybe some green beans or English peas.
All our kids enjoyed this meal. My husband began preparing it in our early days of marriage, before the boys came along. Since hubby beat me home from work by an hour, he’d have supper on the table when I walked in the door. Ohhhh, the memories. It was a fine arrangement but for the girls; they were use to my cooking, such at it then was. And being kids stuck in their comfortable groove, there was much gnashing of teeth about their new step-dad’s exotic style of cooking. To their way of thinking, it was a scary world of Crab Quiche and dishes with ucky mushrooms compared to Mom’s kid friendly fried bologna sandwiches and fried potatoes. So it’s saying a lot that my girls love this baked chicken recipe from their first bite — well, once my man got smart and ditched the mushrooms.
The meal grew to become our oldest son Bryan’s favorite meal — and when O.U. housing asked all the parents of incoming freshman for their child’s favorite taste from home, this is the recipe they got from us. With a grin, I think I called it “Bryan’s Savory Chicken.” I figured the first Mrs. West wouldn’t mind since she’d taken the same liberties herself, when she wrote the recipe out for her own use way back when. Our copy of the recipe still lives in a little home-made green binder that my husband received as his parting gift; in Cathy’s long hand written on notebook paper, there at the top of the page, bigger than Dallas, it says: Cathy’s Savory Baked Chicken. In parenthesis underneath Chicken, is the name (Brenda C——-.). In Cathy’s life, it looks like some names were ditched while others are forever hitched.
And who knows but maybe you’ll want to hitch your own name to this recipe. From my life — in a leftover sort of way — to yours.
Melt butter and add to 9×13 pan. Combine dry ingredients in a bag or sack, and one cutlet at a time, coat chicken by shaking it until well coated. Lay chicken in pan, than turn butter-side up for baking. Bake for 30 mins at 400 degrees.
Meanwhile, make a sauce to cover chicken, for final 20 minutes of baking time: 4 Tbsp butter 4 Tbsp flour 2 cups hot water with 4 tsp. chicken bullion (can use chicken broth and add salt to taste) Optional: Cooked sliced mushrooms, fresh chopped tomatoes and green onions)In a skillet, melt butter over medium heat. Stir in flour until bubbly. Add hot chicken broth and cook until thickened. After 30 minutes of baking, remove chicken from oven to cover with sauce. Add vegetables if desired and return to oven for final 2o minutes of baking. Can serve over rice.