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crockpot whole chicken

The Cool Grandmums are going to be so proud. I purchased a whole chicken at Trader Joe’s (organic, free-range of course) instead of the bag of frozen chicken breasts yesterday!

This is part of my quest to eat foods that are closer to their natural state. Right now it’s cooking away in crockpot so that I can run into the kitchen at dinner time, eat, and get the heck out of there. (Did I mention our kitchen is not air-conditioned? And that yesterday it was over 100 degrees in there? And how much do we pay in rent again?)

Just like probably 99% of girls I know, I have always been disgusted by the thought of handling a big raw chicken with its movable wings and scary bag of organs inside. I decided to face my fears head-on today!

As I rinsed Chicken in the sink, I realized that it might be good for me to be grossed-out about meat sometimes. It’s uncomfortable to think about what has to happen in order for us to eat meat for dinner (I read this somewhere).  Then I got all philosophical, remembering that Chicken had to die so that my family could have all kinds of good nutrients in our bodies. That train of thought led me to start thinking about Jesus and the uncomfortableness surrounding what he did, as I stood there holding that chicken. I’ve never had that experience cooking beans or vegetables.

So yes, even though I would be really happy to live on beans and rice and not have to deal with the bones and death of animals, I don’t feel it’s the most physically and spiritually satisfying route for our family right now. (I bet I’m earning some cool points with Cool Dad too!) Thank you, God, for meat!

Next up: chicken stock? chicken liver pate? I’ve gotta make use of all these parts!


During a recent discussion about finances and where to live (is there anything else to talk about in New York City?), my friend mentioned that we should be thinking of saving for the Cool Boys’ college.

I might have said something like, “Oh yes, we are certainly ruminating on our sons’ ascension from the ranks of secondary school to accredited institutions of postsecondary education and our requisite financial responsibilities thereupon.” But my mind was surely thinking, “Whaaa…???

College? Our minds are just trying to process the stereo signal of little humans crying at the same time. We’re not thinking of college.

Cool Mum and I were both incredibly blessed in that our parents supported us through college. In college, I used to think that I was self-sufficient because various scholarships paid for my tuition and books and still left enough cash for basic needs like groceries and tickets to college football bowl games. It wasn’t until later that I realized that my parents covered little details like rent and car insurance. Cool Mum worked side jobs, but her parents also largely paid for her college life.

I want our boys to have the same experiences: getting to focus on their education and maybe working to help complement their parents’ support, not to make up for lack of it.

However, Cool Mum and I may have a way out. This Washington Post article explains how college graduates are increasingly shifting to skilled manual labor for their careers. They see how their contemporaries who instead learned a trade often enjoy good money right out of training, job security in a shaky economy, and tangible satisfaction with their work. Sounds pretty good when you’re trawling for jobs on Craigslist with that BA in Philosophy.

Who knows, maybe the Cool Boys will open up a plumbing business. They could ensure clean, efficient plumbing for all and perform heroic acts of justice on the side. I can see it now…


The Super Cool Bros. I would be so proud. And relieved.