I almost forgot that this is the McLinky Monday at RHOK. The subject this Monday is Newlyweds. This one is sharing a funny newlywed story. I have to go a bit back as I have been married for 34 years. My memory gets a bit fuzzy going back that far. We we very, very young, 19, both of us. When it became clear that The Hubby was going to make this a serious pairing my father started holloring at me to get in the kitchen and learn how to cook for real from my mother. I knew how to cook but not a lot of stuff, mainly chocolate chip cookies. We married and moved into a sweet apartment close to the Swan Lake area here in Tulsa. One day we went to work and I had decided to cook fried chicken, like my Momma made. I set the frozen chicken out on the counter at 7:30 or so that morning and left for work. I didn't arrive home until about 5:15 and started to prepare the chicken. I thought there was a kind of funny smell but I was just so young and inexperienced I didn't know. I prepared the chicken, salt and pepper, lots of black pepper and flour. I got the oil hot in my electric skillet and started to cook the chicken. There is nothing like the smell of bad chicken frying let me tell you. I was so upset that I ruined out dinner and since we were so tight on funds it was financially not good. I cried as I tossed that horrible smelling chicken out with flour all over my face and hands with tears streaming down my dust covered face. The Hubby came home and I was a mess. He felt so sorry for me, hugged and assured me it was alright. I felt as if I had failed as a wife which was silly but it was devasting for me. I don't even remember what we had for dinner that night but we ate something I'm sure. A few days later I came home from work and when I put the key in the door I smelled the most wonderful smell, fried chicken. He had come home early and was cooking dinner "to show me" how it is done. I let him, to this day believe that he showed me how to fry chicken but really what I learned was how to thaw out meat in the refrigerator, I KNOW how to fry chicken. It was sweet.
Monday, April 26, 2010
McLinky Monday: Newlyweds
I almost forgot that this is the McLinky Monday at RHOK. The subject this Monday is Newlyweds. This one is sharing a funny newlywed story. I have to go a bit back as I have been married for 34 years. My memory gets a bit fuzzy going back that far. We we very, very young, 19, both of us. When it became clear that The Hubby was going to make this a serious pairing my father started holloring at me to get in the kitchen and learn how to cook for real from my mother. I knew how to cook but not a lot of stuff, mainly chocolate chip cookies. We married and moved into a sweet apartment close to the Swan Lake area here in Tulsa. One day we went to work and I had decided to cook fried chicken, like my Momma made. I set the frozen chicken out on the counter at 7:30 or so that morning and left for work. I didn't arrive home until about 5:15 and started to prepare the chicken. I thought there was a kind of funny smell but I was just so young and inexperienced I didn't know. I prepared the chicken, salt and pepper, lots of black pepper and flour. I got the oil hot in my electric skillet and started to cook the chicken. There is nothing like the smell of bad chicken frying let me tell you. I was so upset that I ruined out dinner and since we were so tight on funds it was financially not good. I cried as I tossed that horrible smelling chicken out with flour all over my face and hands with tears streaming down my dust covered face. The Hubby came home and I was a mess. He felt so sorry for me, hugged and assured me it was alright. I felt as if I had failed as a wife which was silly but it was devasting for me. I don't even remember what we had for dinner that night but we ate something I'm sure. A few days later I came home from work and when I put the key in the door I smelled the most wonderful smell, fried chicken. He had come home early and was cooking dinner "to show me" how it is done. I let him, to this day believe that he showed me how to fry chicken but really what I learned was how to thaw out meat in the refrigerator, I KNOW how to fry chicken. It was sweet.
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that is so very sweet.
Nice story. Congrats on being married so long.
That is really cute! I can totally identify with taking a kitchen flop and deciding I was a total failure. That's actually how I felt when my husband asked for McDonald's. :)
Thanks for linking up with us today!
~Mrs. Priss
That is a sweet thing to do. Congrats on being married 34 years.
Your husband is such a nice man, he was even nice at 19. What a great couple you guys make!
That's precious! Popping in from RHOK. Very nice to meet you! I'm in Tulsa too! It's fun to meet other Oklahoma bloggers.
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My husband "showed" me how to make white gravy back when we were newlyweds. Apparently the stuff I had made tasted and looked like school glue. I was SO offended - until I tasted his and decided he could have the job indefinitely!
LOL! What a funny story!
P.S. I've never made fried chicken and I'm 41. Shhh!
I love fried chicken. Not all fried chicken is the same and some is worlds better than others. I bet you have the best recipe.
What a great memory! Thanks for sharing (popped over from RHOK)
My husband acts as if I am trying to murder him if I cook chicken.
He eats it anyways.
Congratulations! What a cute story. I bet I would feel the same way but it's always nice to have someone to pick you up when you're down and support you!
This is such a sweet memory. Thank you for sharing it with us. I couldn't cook when I was first married. My husband, on the other hand grew up in his parents' restaurant. I'm a little better now but he's still the better cook. I'm OK with that.
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