Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

File under: Things I forgot i could do

My tractor, 46 years old and still putting along nicely, has reminded me that rubber has a limited shelf life.

So I ordered some new Chang Sheang Fling Poo tires, being the only bloody tires that size you can buy, and hope for their delivery tomorrow, or perhaps friday. And then, perhaps, I may be able to mow my freaking lawn. Need to till the garden, too. Hope to have a big one this year.

Anyway, I thought, who is gonna have a tire machine small enough to mount 12″ three-ribs?

Shit.

So I pulled the tires off myself, and hope to be able to get them back on with the same ease. Pulling them was so damned easy I’d forgotten why I take my regular tires in to have them done. We’ll see when they come in. Damn, I haven’t used those skills in thirty years.

Double Down~!

Sampled one the very first day.
A couple things:
KFC chicken is the most horrid fucking chicken on earth. The meat in a Kentucky Duck is the stringiest, toughest old laying hens they can find, apparently, because I’m damned if I ever got a single piece of KFC that didn’t eat like a piece of deep fried jerky. Fried chicken should have a consistency that lends itself to being cut with a fork AT MOST, and the meat should fall apart practically in your mouth. If you’ve never had chicken like that, you need to get your ass somewhere WAY south of the mason-dixon line and get you some real fried chicken. Go somewhere that has black women cooking, and the fatter the chef the better the food. A real fried chicken, you suck the gristle off the ends of the bones and save the bones for later, thinking about how good they’ll taste if you can convince yourself your rectum will survive passing them.

Anyway, KFC’s Chicken patties were not particularly well executed, which is about par for the course. One was stringy as hell, the other barely tolerable.

Still:

The idea of using the chicken patties as a “bun” to enclose bacon and cheese, is genius. Sheer, unadulterated, Kentucky Fried Genius.

If you’re going to get one. If you’re going to put up with the stringiness of the “Patty” and eat one of these, and you don’t order a small side of gravy to dip it in, you are a fucking fool. Nuff said.