Grandma Susie's House of FUNNERS 'N FLOOZIES (Volume IV)

*floozes up behind everyone*

Boo!

*faints* Recovers with ! hey'all! Hope you're havin' fun!

cliff! look what you did to Susie!! Stop that!

kayleamay said:

I ended up spending the afternoon at the public market.

I bought a loaf of garlic bread, fresh out of the oven, a "tumbled" chicken to roast tonight (still unsure what tumbled chicken is, but I suppose I'll find out), some Walla Walla onions, butter lettuce, roma tomatoes and yogurt dressing. All of that an I'm only out $12. Not bad for everything I need to make dinner for four.

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pretty sure a tumbled chicken is a rotisserie chicken!

you're welcome

bettielee said:

cliff! look what you did to Susie!! Stop that!



pretty sure a tumbled chicken is a rotisserie chicken!

you're welcome

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...but it's raw. I suppose I'll just roast it and see if it has any "tumbled" flavor.

What does "tumbled" taste like?

I don't know! you tell me! you bought the chicken!

All I can think of is rock tumblers...

So if it tastes like rocks, well, I guess that'd be it.

bettielee said:

I don't know! you tell me! you bought the chicken!

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Cliff Face said:

All I can think of is rock tumblers...

So if it tastes like rocks, well, I guess that'd be it.

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It probably tastes like...chicken.

Or it made a nest in the tumble dryer?

I'd watch out for lint if I were you.

Aha! I think it just means tenderized and marinated in a "vacuum tumbler".

http://www.dougcare.com/processingequipment/tumbler.htm

Since this is probably about the 1000th chicken I've roasted, I will subject it to scrutiny and report my findings post haste.

Duchessmary said:

Could it be a Northwest thing?? I've never heard of tumbled chicken...

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It's when you knock your chicken down the stairs (accidentally or on purpose). Everyone knows that.

"What happened ma'am?"

"Well officer, I'm not sure. My chicken took a terrible tumble. I kept warning it about those stairs. But they never listen!"

"Where is your chicken now ma'am?"

"It's right over there, on the floor, at the bottom of the stairs!" *then cover your face and start to cry in a dramatic way*


~ End scene ~

BeatrixKiddo said:

It's when you knock your chicken down the stairs (accidentally or on purpose). Everyone knows that.

"What happened ma'am?"

"Well officer, I'm not sure. My chicken took a terrible tumble. I kept warning it about those stairs. But they never listen!"

"Where is your chicken now ma'am?"

"It's right over there, on the floor, at the bottom of the stairs!" *then cover your face and start to cry in a dramatic way*


~ End scene ~

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Run, Chicken, Run! by BeatrixKiddo
Coming soon to a feed store near you.

aww, thx betteh. Much appreciated. s 4 Uz 'n y'all. Glad to 'c' you're all eatin', havin' fun 'n bee-havin', even our heyjude! She already knows about our resident floozies. hehee.

kayleamay said:

It probably tastes like...chicken.

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most everything does... we live in the matrix, after all.

Pancakes almost never run away from you, particularly if they are stuffed with blueberries. Just saying.

or crepes with strawberries and filling.

om nom nom nom

If you can pour some syrup on the floor, that usually trips the pancakes up if they try to make a run for it.

Mmmm....blueberry pancakes. Sounds good right now.

DM... when do we EVAR stop talking about food?

I want pizza.

That is all.

So....

I guess you don't want my chicken report then?

I'ma havin' strawberries on angel's food for dessert. Can I talk about that? Oh, looky! I already did.


I should spend more time talking about food and less time eating it. I get to splurge on Saturdays. Tomorrow, I get to hike for hours to work off my splurge.

Yet the husband can splurge daily and never gain an ounce. Nature is cruel.

*sigh* I need a holiday.

Once again, I'm being conscripted into moving furniture. Moving house, moving the grandparents' stuff into their new place, carting around boxes for the garage sale, moving new furniture in, old furniture out AFTER having moved house, and now there'll be some more... MOVING BLOODY FURNITURE.

*headdesk*

I swear, when I get my own place, once the furniture's in, I'm not moving another piece of furniture for at least 3 years. If I can't get it right the first time, too bad. Don't want to move any more furniture.

/rant