My daughter and I made a brief appearance on local cable television. Here’s a bit of advice. Never go on television with your teenage daughter to talk about sex. Just don’t do it. Even if it’s just a little local station. Even if you just wrote a humorous book on parenting and think that a few seconds of publicity might sell some books. Resist.
Monthly Archives: June 2008
“I have to make something for my “Chefs” final,” Lewis said.
I remember when they called it Home Economics. I made Snickerdoodles. I got a “D.”
Lewis wanted to make Buffalo chicken wings for his final project – “but without the blue cheese dressing and celery sticks,” he explained. “Just the chicken.”
We found a recipe that called for four ingredients and no frying. “Can you put them in the marinade? I’m supposed to make a poster for the project,” Lewis said.
So, I mixed together vinegar, tabasco and oil and put the wings into a zip lock bag to thaw and marinate while Lewis downloaded pictures of chicken wings, printed out the recipe and experimented with fonts and ink colors.
After an hour, I hollered upstairs .”Hey, Lew! The wings are ready to go into the oven.”
“Can you put ’em in for me?” Lewis shouted over the noise of the printer, “I’m busy right now.”
So I slid the marinated wings onto a cookie sheet and popped them into the oven (400 degrees for 20 minutes). Lewis finished the poster and went downstairs to play XBox.
Twenty minutes later, I ventured into the playroom. “The wings are ready,” I said. “Come take them out of the oven and put on the sauce.
“I will in a minute, ” Lewis said, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Be right there.”
I went upstairs. The wings smelled terrific.
“Lew!,” I called again.
“Coming!” he said.
I waited for 15 minutes, then took the well-done wings out of the oven, tossed them with hot sauce and tried one. Delicious. I ate another – just to be sure. Yep, they were good.
Maybe I’ll get a better grade on these than I did on the Snickerdoodles.