We hit a sale on Cornish Game Hens at WalMart and bought three of them. I have never seen them, much less cooked them. I figured it would be a great test of my new-found skills to attempt them. They were $3 apiece, so it was an awesome price to try something new with my family.
The first step was to make sure the insides of the hens was empty and cleaned out. That was Jen’s job and yes, we made quite a few jokes about Jen playing with their insides the entire evening!
Pouring the blood out was cause for many unacceptable jokes.
Stuffing the bottom of it with Rosemary – according to the recipe.
Add a lemon. It didn’t tell me if I was supposed to take the skin off so I left it on.
Rub the little girls with oil. That was an excellent source of entertainment!
All three lined up and ready to be put in the oven and baked. The jokes didn’t stop at this point, they just got funnier … until one of the children walked in and then we were models of decorum and zipped our lips.
25 minutes later, we drained the juice from the chicken pan and boiled it on the stove. Two things stand out that I did wrong (and weren’t part of the recipe). First, don’t mash the garlic. Second, don’t add any cornstarch to thicken it up. It will turn out gross if you do. Once this part of the recipe is done, you baste the little birdettes with it and put it back in the oven for 25 more minutes; basting every 10 minutes until done.
All done. Split in half, place on plate with remaining sauce poured over top and serve. Everyone ate theirs and it was quite good – except for the goof I talked about. The only time someone had a problem was when Mark learned that these Cornish Game Hens are actually chickens that are only 5 weeks old. He didn’t like eating babies.
We’ll be doing this again! We can actually cook two and have enough for the four of us (when Mark is at work, there’s only 4 of us). That means, we can get quite a few on sale and have a dinner whenever we need it. The remaining meat is cut up and ready for insertion in a homemade chicken noodle soup.
I had a bright idea to let the boys cover their own pretzels with green melted candy chocolate. Pro’lly not the brightest idea but I think they had fun.
After it was all said and done, I let them play with the cooling candy and get messy as they wanted. And then, because I am a mean old lady, I put them to bed with their sugar high!
I bought this puzzle the other day. It is one of my favorite pictures. I figured we could do it as a family project on our dining room table. Initially, the boys didn’t look too interested but they’ve played with it a little bit since the first night.
We are a little bit past this point but I neglected to get a recent picture. It’s been fun, as not many people can resist sitting down at a puzzle and working on it for a little bit when they see it. That was the goal and it worked beautifully!
Last night, I had Jen can her first fruit. We hit a sale on grapes and, since the first canned ones turned out rather yummy, I had her can the grapes we had. She whined and fussed about having to can without me there but she doesn’t realize: if I’m there, I do the work. If I leave, she learns on her own. Isn’t that the point of her under my roof? To learn and be ready for when she has her own house and family? They look pretty good and I’m pleased.
In fact, I am so pleased, I told her to make bread this morning. The boys are out of school because of the negative temperatures and will need bread for lunch. She whined, again. What she doesn’t realize is: there’s a time when she has to stop watching, engage brain and do for herself. She’ll be ready to do it for her husband and impress the socks off him.
In today’s day and age, it’s too easy to buy bread. Not many actually sit and make it by hand to feed the family. Even the ones who live on homemade bread have bread machines. I don’t. Now, she can do it as well. So, enough whining and get to making bread, Jen!
Letting it rise for an hour or so. We’ll see what it looks like when I get home from working on my client project this afternoon! She better remember pictures while I’m not there to take them!