Friday, February 6, 2009

The one when I tell you about Roast Chicken

A few weeks ago I wanted to know how the roast chicken for our wedding meal would be prepared since they don't offer any tastings. I called our caterers. This is how the conversation went:

Me: Hi! It's Elizabeth, the bride from the wedding on the 22nd. I have a quick question for you.

Old Afrikaans lady: ok

Me: How do you prepare your roast chicken?

OAL: ok

Me: maybe she didn't hear Sorry, how do you prepare your roast chicken?

OAL: How do we prepare the roast chicken?

Me: Yes. How do you prepare the roast chicken.

OAL: Well, honey, its a roasted chicken.

Me: yes. How do you prepare it?

OAL: Well we cook it in the oven.

Me: Yes but how do you prepare it?

OAL: Well we take it out of the package and put it in the pan and put it in the oven and roast it.

Me: Well, yes, but what do you do with the chicken?

OAL: We put it in a pan.

Me: What recipe do you follow?

OAL: I just told you.

Oh cluck it. They put it in a pan and roast the damn thing.

Update: My mother was disturbed at my conversation and called herself. Turns out it's put in the pan, roasted and served with a wine sauce. Like duh.

5 comments:

Cheryl said...

What? No frickn way.
I thought you had to spit on it, spin it around 3 times, and attempt to stick it in the toaster.

Hillbilly Duhn said...

LOL... Some people put spices on it, some baste it, usually no one just pops it in the oven and lets it go...sheesh. Silly lady.

Funny though..

Former Fat Chick said...

not a pinch of salt, a dash of pepper? Nothing??? No wonder people bitch about rubber chicken at weddings!

ScoMan said...

That's like me asking you how you come up with the ideas for your blogs and you telling me

"I go to the site and type the letters into the screen and the blog is written"

Michelle said...

Your reaction made me giggle. 'oh cluck it' I'm easily amused. :)