you know what? there’s absolutely nothing to say. i mean, i still have a list of things i should write about, but i’m too busy making fake chicken parmesan, watching the west wing and stressing out over the state of anti-clean my apartment is in to do so.
i had a great long weekend though, did you?
“fake chicken parmesan”?
Is it fake chicken, or fake cheese? Because, fake chicken I can forgive. Fake cheese, and I may rethink our relationship.
Just don’t cook it over fire made from fake plastic trees.
it’s real chicken and real cheese (neither cooked over fake plastic trees), but it’s fake because it’s not a pounded, breaded chicken cutlet rather an italian-shake’n’baked breast topped with some herbed tomatoes instead of marinara sauce.
whoa. i have a sudden and violent craving for gary’s spicy chicken thing. screw the cookies. send me chicken’n’rice!
Made from a mix? That’s not fake, that’s practical ;)
As long as there’s no mayo involved at any level…