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Or “This is the night…” Gage is watching Lady & the Tramp and singing along. It’s terribly cute. He’s also got the keyboard and is banging on it along with the music. I’m thinking it might be worth it to get that video game that teaches piano. I can’t remember what it’s called. I bet he’d enjoy that, though. Heck, I’d probably enjoy it too. What can I say, I’m just a big kid.
Did you know that you can make fried chicken in the rotisserie? No, I’m serious. I suppose that technically it’s not fried chicken, but damned if it didn’t come out just like fried chicken but a little less oily. I prepared the chicken just like I normally would for fried chicken. Flour, egg wash and my breading mixture. Put it into the rotisserie basket (after rubbing the basket down with a little vegetable oil to prevent sticking) and cooked it according to the directions. See, as it turns and the fat cooks off, the fat rolls over the outside of the meat before it drips off. That’s part of what helps keep it moist and helps it sear. I lost very little breading in the cooking process and had what was essentially fried chicken. It was pretty damned cool.
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