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Mrs. Fungus sent me a couple of text messages on Monday. She wanted Rice-a-Roni with dinner tonight; I'd agreed to that and told her I was thinking of making lemon-pepper chicken.
"I don't want lemon pepper chicken," she said. "I want roasted chicken legs with the sticks you use."
Me: WTF...? I was going to send that, but instead I sent back, "I love you."
"The crispy skin with the sticks," she amplified.
Me: [light dawning] "Rosemary?"
...and so, from now on, chicken roasted with the skin on and sprinkled with rosemary will be "chicken with sticks". Fortuitously, leg quarters were a dollar a pound at the local grocery store, so that worked out nicely.
I actually use the Standard Three (salt, pepper, garlic powder) on the chicken as well as the rosemary. Comes out delicious.
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Saw a photograph not long ago of a line of cars at a gas station in 1945 after rationing ended. It advertised gasoline at $0.17 per gallon, and the accompanying caption helpfully explained that was about $2.37 in today's dollars.
Inflation. What'll you do about it?