One day, I was cutting up a chicken for the recipe, “Stickin’ Kickin’ Barbecued Chicken,” and I had a sudden urge to be wacky (I think the name of the recipe is what did it), so this is what happened—Frankenchicken!
No, unlike some other cooking experiences where alcohol consumption may have played a role in the success or failure of the resulting dish, I hadn’t downed two martinis prior to this fit of creativity: I think it was just a case of having waaaaay too much time on my hands.
March 19, 2008 at 9:32 pm
I’d like to see what you’d dream up after you’ve had a few!