The house on the corner - Anytime you are traveling to or from town, you can see it in all its glory. You'll know the one; there are blueberry bushes in the front of the house (for making wine, of course) and 20 cows feasting off a huge mountain of hay for their disposal. All this, and it is only on less than one quarter of an acre.
It wasn't bad at first. After all, they added character to the neighborhood.....that's until their chickens moved in. Not just a few chickens, a group about fifteen moved in. Half of these chickens had to be roosters.
Ever since we were little kids, my brothers and I were told that roosters make their call at sun up. Well, these chickens on the corner were from a different planet. I think there were too many of them and that they were terribly confused, because these roosters made their calls at all hours of the day and night.
At first it was mildly irritating, maybe even cute. "Ahhh, listen to the cute confused roosters." Then it got to the stage where it was just plain irritating. You find yourself realizing that you can't reason with the roosters, they would only say "cock-a-doodle-do" to your face, whether you scream, cry, or beg. I think I did all three. Then finally it got to the stage where every time you hear them you know they are evil. You're convinced their little demonic faces are laughing at you behind your back. They're laughing at your pain and lack of sleep. They have never-ending energy that stems straight from Satan.
Everyone in the house dealt with it differently. My mother went through the house humming (as she only does when stressed). My step-dad went on a rant-a-thon every time one went off. My grandfather praised God he could hear again and Grandma turned up "The View." Meanwhile my nine year old little sister just laughed at the whole thing and carried on business as usual.
What did I do? I cooked chicken, lots of chicken. See, every slab of meat I put on that pan was every little demonic chicken that was balking on that corner. Needless to say, eventually the chickens disappeared. I think it was our creepy no-trespassing neighbor that got rid of them for us, but who knows. What we were left with were a bunch of chicken recipes and tons of leftovers in the fridge. The aftermath wasn't that bad, because we had all this delicious chicken to feast off of. In our family, there is never enough chicken.
We just pray that the roosters won't come back. They haven't....so far.
For one of the best chicken recipes try this one:
"Alarm Clock Pecan-Maple Chicken"*
Ingredients: 1 and ½ tsp salt, 1 and ½ cups pecan halves, 12 boneless and skinless chicken breasts, 6 tbs maple flavored syrup, and 6 tbs butter.
1) Between sheets of plastic wrap flatten each chicken breast to ¼ inch thickness with a cooking mallet.
2) On a large flat electric griddle, melt the butter and salt on 350 degree heat. Cook chicken for about 2 minutes, turning once until brown.
3) Stir in the maple syrup and pecans. Cook for about 8 minutes on each side, stirring pecans once or twice until chicken is not pink in the center.
4) Enjoy with delicious potato salad and be glad that your chicken isn't balking at you.
*Base of recipe from Betty Crocker and I molded it from there.
Rachael Rizzo has been acting since she was nine years old. She uses her experience to write about what the things she loves mean to her (mostly movies and baking). She is twenty-three years old and resides in beautiful Oregon.
It wasn't bad at first. After all, they added character to the neighborhood.....that's until their chickens moved in. Not just a few chickens, a group about fifteen moved in. Half of these chickens had to be roosters.
Ever since we were little kids, my brothers and I were told that roosters make their call at sun up. Well, these chickens on the corner were from a different planet. I think there were too many of them and that they were terribly confused, because these roosters made their calls at all hours of the day and night.
At first it was mildly irritating, maybe even cute. "Ahhh, listen to the cute confused roosters." Then it got to the stage where it was just plain irritating. You find yourself realizing that you can't reason with the roosters, they would only say "cock-a-doodle-do" to your face, whether you scream, cry, or beg. I think I did all three. Then finally it got to the stage where every time you hear them you know they are evil. You're convinced their little demonic faces are laughing at you behind your back. They're laughing at your pain and lack of sleep. They have never-ending energy that stems straight from Satan.
Everyone in the house dealt with it differently. My mother went through the house humming (as she only does when stressed). My step-dad went on a rant-a-thon every time one went off. My grandfather praised God he could hear again and Grandma turned up "The View." Meanwhile my nine year old little sister just laughed at the whole thing and carried on business as usual.
What did I do? I cooked chicken, lots of chicken. See, every slab of meat I put on that pan was every little demonic chicken that was balking on that corner. Needless to say, eventually the chickens disappeared. I think it was our creepy no-trespassing neighbor that got rid of them for us, but who knows. What we were left with were a bunch of chicken recipes and tons of leftovers in the fridge. The aftermath wasn't that bad, because we had all this delicious chicken to feast off of. In our family, there is never enough chicken.
We just pray that the roosters won't come back. They haven't....so far.
For one of the best chicken recipes try this one:
"Alarm Clock Pecan-Maple Chicken"*
Ingredients: 1 and ½ tsp salt, 1 and ½ cups pecan halves, 12 boneless and skinless chicken breasts, 6 tbs maple flavored syrup, and 6 tbs butter.
1) Between sheets of plastic wrap flatten each chicken breast to ¼ inch thickness with a cooking mallet.
2) On a large flat electric griddle, melt the butter and salt on 350 degree heat. Cook chicken for about 2 minutes, turning once until brown.
3) Stir in the maple syrup and pecans. Cook for about 8 minutes on each side, stirring pecans once or twice until chicken is not pink in the center.
4) Enjoy with delicious potato salad and be glad that your chicken isn't balking at you.
*Base of recipe from Betty Crocker and I molded it from there.
Rachael Rizzo has been acting since she was nine years old. She uses her experience to write about what the things she loves mean to her (mostly movies and baking). She is twenty-three years old and resides in beautiful Oregon.
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