As I reported last week, our granddaughter is visiting us.  We were told at the start of her visit that she did not eat anything but chicken.  SHE DID NOT EAT BEEF.  Okay, I have been busting my chef heiney all week cooking chicken in a non repetative manner.  Last nite we even had coq au vin.  Not one of my normal dishes but came out good and when asked how she liked it, well it was “interesting”.  Grandchildren’s code for I didnt like it but am too polite to tell you.  It was actually delicious.

Tonight we went to Luby’s.  Figured, hey, everybody can get what they want and Dorothy and I can have fried liver and onions on the Luann.  She was in the front of the line and bold as you please ordered chicken fried steak.  When we sat down I, of course, informed her that I thought she didnt eat beef.  Answer, I dont.  Chicken fried steak was my retort.  She immediately and without a pause said, Duh, Chicken, Fried.  After some discussion she realized that she was eating beef.  Now we are waiting until 2:00am, the time she normally starts wailing with pain from eating beef.  Advised that people who wake me in the middle of the night in pain, get caned.  Has already asked for a Zanax and we havent been out of Lubys more than 30 minutes.  I have asked her to research the meaning of psychomatic symtoms.

We have generally had a good visit.  They have shopped, gone to the movies and did girl things.  I have mostly watched the food channel for tips on how to cook chicken.  I didnt find one that turned cube steak into chicken so will keep looking.  Maybe a new cookbook is in order.  “The dietary needs of the American Teen”  or “What am I allergic to this week?

Chuy the Cook