Saturday, November 5, 2022

Chicken.

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It took a while longer to thaw.  The world is getting cooler.  So be it.  This time, many spices.  I through a quarter of my spice collection at it.  Will it turn out too... too?  Or will it just... be.  Will find out.

I liked what I did last time, a lot.  I cooked the main batch for about an half hour.  Let all but one cool.  Bagged them, then pulled them out, and into the oven for another half hour to forty five minutes, while crisping the skin.  Those leftovers were superior.  And, one stayed in to be finished.  So it will go today.

The last package of hindquarters I have.  So I will enjoy.  If, too, when I go to the store, that is exactly what I will be looking to buy.  Usually can only find drumsticks or thighs.  I prefer the combination.  It's a bit much for a singe meal, often.  But works great for a meal, then a later snack.  Plus, it makes intermittent fasting easier.  I'm still, roughly, doing that.  More just trying to keep my meals close together.  My one problem is snacking, and fatted drinks.  I should go just to water in the mornings.  Now that I enjoy water.

I believe I will make spinach for the side dish, with simple white vinegar.  I'd not mind butter, salt, and pepper, but I am having difficulty keeping up on butter.  Between the cost, and just getting to the store often enough.  Yes, strange, but butter, salt, and pepper makes a superior choice with spinach.  I had never had it that way, heard about it... took two years before I worked up the nerve to try it that way.  Why?  Well... later in life, changes... seemingly small, yet... so pervasive... it takes... something special to try something new.  Sometimes.

There went the alarm.  Three of the four pieces are cooling as the final set finishes.  This chicken was good, this last time.  This was bought when that was.  There is hope.  Chicken has been hit or miss since "covid", or whatever that was.  Actually, most meat has been... dubious.  A bit over ripe, a bit long in the tooth, pulling from stored meats, bottom of the freezer, old.  You can do that, but not for quality.  You do that for emergencies.

Although I suspect everything they are doing has little to do with what they say.  They may have, as much as anything, been getting rid of old stock.  Even the chicken culls, of late, probably has more to do with resetting hatcheries and such, but for legitimate or financial reasons is another question.  I mean, are they doing that to force producers to reset their pens, clean up?  Or are they doing it to temporarily created a "chicken bubble".  Or both.  If you know what they are doing, you can profit, if you are excluded you could go broke.  And they only tell their friends, that you can be certain about.

I still wonder if my ducks weren't killed because those who raise chickens and else commercially see private raising as a threat.  And, being an outsider, I am an easy target.  Though, there may be more to it.  But that wouldn't surprise me to have been part of it.  As ag based as this state is, it is commercial, not homestead based.  And, yes, they are protective of their industry.  Just like any industry.  The dirty part of the business is dealing with competition, big and small.

Though, an incident of political incorrectness occurred, shortly before.  I have some wonder if it had to do with that.  N-lovers can be dangerously hateful people.  Which... proves my point more than not.  Those who are getting hot reading that now know exactly what I mean.  Killed a bunch of ducks for it?  Maybe.  It's... like them.

Keeping up on the rubik's cube.  Not improving, of late, just... keeping the level I have obtained... finishing between 1:45 and 2:30 minutes.  Not... fast, but not bad.  A start.  I keep meaning on looking about how to improve speed, what methods and techniques would help.  Will have to figure it out when I am in better shape.  I just don't have the focus to take in next-step speed improvements.  Maybe, someday.

Chicken should be about ready to check.  And start the spinach.  Sure sounds good to me.  Later.

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