Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner







Urban legend has it that years ago every Las Vegas casino had a $1.79 dinner special consisting of three pieces of chicken, potato and a veggie. A standard bet at the time was $2. When a person won a bet, he had enough money for a chicken dinner. Thus, he would holler out, "Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" 

That's what I yell out when my kids ask "what's for dinner?" it has become a common phrase at our house, but now it's more like a death sentence if you ask my children. I used to yell out winner winner and the kids would yell back chicken dinner, now when I yell winner winner I hear " o come on, seriously, again, NO!" If you look at our dinner time menu in any given week chicken is served once a week, but if you ask my kids we eat it 7 days a week. 

I would be happy eating it 2-3 times a week. My 15 year old says we have it all the time.....pork is not chicken, neither is beef, or fish for that matter. Why do they think we have chicken so much?






I grew up raising chickens, and I didn't like chicken either, but that's because I named the chickens and then they would end up on the dinner table. So I would always refuse to eat it......so my reasons for not eating chicken as a child are good ones. 

Maybe my kids read the story of Mike the headless chicken and feel they cannot eat chicken any longer. Never heard of Mike? Great story, here is a summary about him.




September 10th, 1945 a five and a half month old rooster from Fruita, Colorado was supposed to be dinner. Lloyd Olsen was sent out to prepare the rooster for the pan. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax to leave a generous neck bone. The chicken staggered, like a chicken with his head cut off.
Then the bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike, returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers. Not sure when or how he got the name Mike.
When Olsen found Mike the next morning, sleeping with his "head" under his wing, he decided that if Mike had that much will to live, he would figure out a way to feed and water him. With an eyedropper Mike was given grain and water. It was becoming obvious that Mike was special. A week later they packed him up and took him 250 miles to the University of Utah in Salt Lake City . The scientists were eager to answer all the questions about Mike's amazing ability to survive with no head. The scientists figured that the ax blade had missed the jugular vein and a clot had kept Mike from bleeding to death. The majority of his brain stem and one ear was left on his body. Since most of a chicken's reflex actions are controlled by the brain stem Mike was able to remain healthy. He lived for 18 months. Crazy!

Back to chicken dinner......

So many different ways to make it, all of them good. I am always looking for a good recipe so my kids will say "this is awesome! Can you make it again tomorrow" one of their favorites is breaded chicken cutlets. That's one of my favorites too. Hmmm maybe chicken for dinner tonight?






I have yet to understand the minds of my children. I don't know what the big deal is with chicken. I secretly think their father is poisoning their minds, because he would rather have a steak dinner instead of chicken. I often tell them that I can always cook like my mother did.....before I go on I have to first tell you that my mom was an amazing cook, but she also cooked old fashioned Italian.......we had tongue, tripe, and I am sure lots of other animal body parts that I don't want to think about, but she also made fantastic foods that I am proud to make for my children now.

So, guess what, until I understand why my children do not want chicken for dinner, and it makes sense to me I will be yelling Winner Winner.....













I know this...In My Life variety is the spice of life, and that gives it all its flavor.

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