another supper here at The Farm.
The beans with paprika look like a big glob here but they were very good. Paprika:Bean was excellent. (As is the custom, recipe tomorrow.) The breading on the boneless, skinless chicken breasts was so light it fell off as soon as it was touched. So tasty.
I had the fortune of sitting in a physician’s office this afternoon. Via the canned television, I was informed that “crispy” was “code for fattening.” I’m not kidding. I also saw some interesting “estimated” statistics from the Mississippi Department of Health printed on a piece of paper and scotch-taped to a door. I read the individual words, as they were presented left to right, to Mr. Big Food.
We try very hard to be on our best behavior when we go to The Big Cities. But honest to God, you’d think the folks in The Big Cities could at least try to write properly.
The quickest way from Tupelo to the Farm is the Trace. It was kind of a miserable misty January day; I don’t think the temps were over 50. Other than the eight deer who crossed the road in front of me in a residential neighborhood in Starkvegas, nothing exciting happened.
I like my chicken and my shrimp extra-CRISPY. Thank you.