Hi, everyone.
We had wonderful barbecued chicken in Honolulu, sold by the Boy Scouts. It was Huli Huli chicken, done on the grill and absolutely wonderful. I do grill chicken, but not whole breasts like I did last night. I prefer to make chicken kebabs where I marinate the cubed meat all afternoon and skewer them with vegetables and grill the whole thing while the microwave prepares a rice pilaf. I never scorch it, never undercook it and certainly never dry it out. I'm still reeling from yesterday's experience and I won't throw chicken on that grill any time soon, except if I make kebabs. Those, I cook well. And I'm not fanatical enough to sit by it for hours, basting it endlessly. I like to cook, but it shouldn't take over my life. I have a recipe for Huli Huli chicken. I don't make it because you have to turn and turn the chicken constantly; too involved for me. Let the Boy Scouts do it and raise money for their troops.
Lucy was fed last night and didn't eat. We had a great time playing with her. She was frisky and quite the explorer. When I fed her, she got nose to nose with the thawed rodent and stayed there for a while. Was she contemplating giving it nose to nose resuscitation? I don't think so, but the only important thing here is she didn't eat. HHAARRGGHH! Food was offered and rejected - again. My hands are clean in that matter. Mating season plays havoc with the feeding schedule. I try not to worry about it anymore.
We took delivery of dad's second hearing aid this morning. The audiologist noticed that I speak louder when I talk to him. I had to answer that he doesn't hear well. She laughed. Apparently, he hears better now. Mark my words: in a couple weeks, there will be more hearing aids woes. Apparently, he gets ear wax buildups in there and that blocks everything. I'll give a pressure washer and he can wash each ear every morning and see how that works out for him. She doesn't recommend anything above 900 PSI.
Take care, everyone.
Sylvain.
