>>2777745I hope you didn't post this thread just to promote your little chicken project
You're rediculous
"Earlier in the project, we found out I can’t bake worth my weight in flour. Even using a simple baking mix, where you just pour a powder with a liquid together for some reason, unfathomably, had me mixing the concoction WITH MY BARE HANDS.
I shall persevere, though.
Truth be told, I’ve never eaten at the iconic “chicken and waffles” location in Georgia, despite it being only minutes away from family. That soul-singing location uses fried chicken to boot, which is something I’m just not addicted too.
A plan was set. I’d use that pancake/waffle/biscuit mixture, because apparently all breakfast carbohydrates consist of a certain powder, an egg, and varying amounts of milk.
Oh, yeah, I find that there’s no milk, thanks to my refrigerator dying earlier in the week.
So, with a bowl in tow, I pour the correct amount of powder into my cauldron of breakfast concoctions… and a fair amount on the counter, too. One egg goes in as well, alongside water instead of milk… since I wasn’t going to put chocolate almond milk in it.
Hey, it might have worked though.
Pan-grilled chicken at my side, I pulled out a waffle iron that hadn’t been used in years. This thing is probably two decades old. Men were on the moon when this was last used. Late night diner waitresses, many I’ve visited after a night of drunken debauchery (there’s one right across the street from a favorite bar of mine). I think some of these stains are blood, because I’m pretty sure this iron has a taste for it. A cooking spray applied to it’s inside only slightly sates the metallic mouth. Waffle mix in the grill, the chicken is strategically placed to be spread out so it can "