blissful
Master Chef
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I was teaching my 19 year old how to cut up a chicken. First I cut off the thigh leg and then wrastled the joint open and cut them apart. Then I wrastled the wing joint open and cut that off.
Then he starts in on the other side of the chicken. He was a little squeemish about the wrastling joints open part and I told him, you know, it's already dead, you can't really hurt it anymore. Then he cut off the wing and folded it.
We cut the back off (for soup) and went through all the cleanliness issues with chicken (sink, cutting instruments and cutting board) while cutting the breast up. He was good about using brute force to get through the bones in cutting up the breasts.
He's out there grilling chicken pieces now--first time ever. He has a sauce and basting brush and a thermometer to measure internal temperature.
I am in the family room giving him space. ALL OF A SUDDEN I hear something hit the patio window *CRASH CRASH* where he is grilling. I RUN out to see what is wrong!! Is it burning, he doesn't know what to do, there must be an emergency!!??
He says, nothing is wrong. He says two birds flew into the window. They must have been protesting our chicken grilling event.
I'm either an excellent teacher or a horrible micromanager for a teacher. How about you? Do you cook with people or teach cooking in your family or for work?
Then he starts in on the other side of the chicken. He was a little squeemish about the wrastling joints open part and I told him, you know, it's already dead, you can't really hurt it anymore. Then he cut off the wing and folded it.
We cut the back off (for soup) and went through all the cleanliness issues with chicken (sink, cutting instruments and cutting board) while cutting the breast up. He was good about using brute force to get through the bones in cutting up the breasts.
He's out there grilling chicken pieces now--first time ever. He has a sauce and basting brush and a thermometer to measure internal temperature.
I am in the family room giving him space. ALL OF A SUDDEN I hear something hit the patio window *CRASH CRASH* where he is grilling. I RUN out to see what is wrong!! Is it burning, he doesn't know what to do, there must be an emergency!!??
He says, nothing is wrong. He says two birds flew into the window. They must have been protesting our chicken grilling event.
I'm either an excellent teacher or a horrible micromanager for a teacher. How about you? Do you cook with people or teach cooking in your family or for work?