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So I decided to grill some chicken for last night's Drumming Circle (which was an awesome Drumming Circle by the way) and I decided to grill it at home since I am familiar with my home grill's idiosyncrasies. I marinated the chicken in a sweet tomato barbecue sauce while I prepped the asparagus which I also grilled. As those who grill know, putting sweet barbecue sauce on a hot grill can cause a lot of smoke. And I was cooking a lot of chicken. So there was a whole lot of smoke. So much smoke that a concerned neighbor apparently called the fire department. I was loading the food into the car when the red lights and sirens appeared on our street. I wondered aloud to Derek why they were there. Only to discover that they were talking to Kathy over the back fence where she was watering the garden. So that was very embarrassing. The chicken was not burned. The house was not burned. But my face was a little red.
So I brought the chicken and vegetables to the Village where I cooked the rest of the meal. As we sat eating it, Sue Cepin called over from her table, "Hey Rod, this is like fair chicken." Now I know the meaning of fair and it doesn't mean 'good' or 'tasty' or 'flavorful'. It means mediocre or not so great or 'you could do better if you applied yourself'. Trust me, I know this from my school days. I got lots of 'fairs' on my report card. So I was reeling from the blow with which Sue had blasted me. Fair chicken, indeed. Not enough that the fire department messes with me, but now my co-pastor's wife is putting me down.
Apparently there is chicken that is sold when the county fair comes to town. Apparently it is juicy and delicious. Apparently calling someone's chicken 'fair chicken' is quite a compliment. Who knew?
I think I will be seeing Julie to process my issues...
:)
Rod
Oh, and please watch the video of Eric's talk last night. It was even better than 'fair chicken'! | 
