The Friday Follies

While getting ready for work, I put together Friday night's dinner in the slow cooker. No being too confident of the results, I covered each of the eight pieces of bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs with barbecue sauce (Sweet Baby Ray's Hot and Spicy). I arranged them in two layers and turned the cooker on low.

Before leaving for work, I took a picture of Thursday night's snow and posted it, but it's really still too early and too dark outside. I didn't measure it this time, but I'd guess we got around three inches of snow at the most. But, it was a sunny day and the sun is a lot warmer now, so by the time I got home, about half of it had already melted.

As you can see in the Photos, I roamed around, looking for signs of spring and did, indeed, find some. Since I was feeling frisky, I tried using the floor jack and the jack stands to see how high I could safely get the mower. I got it up there, alright, but since I still had my good clothes on, I didn't try taking the blades off.

When I came inside, I was assailed by the smell of barbecue sauce. I checked the slow cooker. The juices from the chicken had combined with the barbecue sauce and the chicken was bubbling away in a "soup" of liquid. So, not the caramelized coating of grilled chicken, basted with sauce. Not even close. But, I'll tell you what. The meat just fell off the bones and the taste of the sauce had permeated the meat. So, appearance, not so hot; taste, fantastic.

My daughter Melissa called. She had left me a voicemail yesterday, mentioning something about song lyrics. But, before we could discuss that, she had to abruptly end the call. So, I still don't know what that is about.

I watched TV, dozed off for a bit, watched more TV, and then went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and, when I couldn't fall back asleep, read a book until I was tired again.