In true form

Have you ever found yourself bawling over chicken? I mean, tears running down your face, sobbing, snot dripping...okay, you get the idea.

When I was younger my mother made baked chicken that she breaded in corn flakes. This was her version of fried chicken since we rarely ate deep fried food (aside from the occasional Whiskey Hill spring roll - which sounds more like a sports team and less like a tasty snack from the corner store). Since buying drumsticks I have been wanting to replicate her famous chicken. Using a combination of this recipe and what I remember from watching my mom in the kitchen, I attempted to make a tasty chicken dinner. Complete with baked beans and some very ripe cantaloupe.

Dinner was a complete failure. I'll repeat it: complete failure. After 45 minutes of baking (on 425) the chicken still dripped blood and my fire alarm went off three times. I got fed up and served the three year old a heaping pile of baked beans, cantaloupe, and cheese slices. Fortunately for me she loves beans and cheese. Probably more than any other food that isn't loaded with sugary goodness.

So, yeah, I found myself sobbing over chicken. A very simple chicken dinner that seems extremely rudimentary in the world of cooking.