My mother.

My mother.

She was….troubled. Had a weird life.

We shark offspring, my sister and I had a um…

uh….Rough existance at home and we swam away as soon as we could.

Since the message was often that I was “just like your father” (not complimentary) and Sis was treated like an emotional boomerang, most of the time I’m surprised we grew….up.

The woman had some skills, tho.

Some people experienced home cooking as vile and sick-making, no matter how absolutely bonkers and abusive our home was, we ate like royalty…

We learned to cook, clean, sew, fix, paint, repair, construction, fight and to survive our parents.

This recipe card is one of the last things mom ever gave me.

This is non-fancy, everyday cooking for mom, didn’t even flex her fins or break a sweat for this.

Enjoy.

I breeng you : Chikkin Continental…

I breeng you : Chikkin Continental…

I am the cook in this family.

Yes, some sharks cook.

My sister begged for this, a meal from our “highly dysfunctional, how the Hell did we survive THAT” young sharkhood…

…and I decided yesterday after I promised Terry McNeil​​ (food magic person)

that I’d make and post it.

Gotta get up early to get his one started, but then you can ignore it in crock pot or oven until it’s ready.

It’s “silly drool stab someone if they try to take it” good, and prep time took 20 minutes…

…but only because I’m crazy gud with a tenderizing mallet and I like to beat mah meat.

Heh heh heh….beat mah meat.

Next post is recipe.

Kimberly Chapman​ This is good with thighs, too…makes smaller, super tender little yummy chikkins.