“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” -- Jack Kerouac
My sister, looking for a healthy way to cook chicken, called me and needed help poaching some breasts.Instruction was given, followed by awkward silence, instruction reiterated and then smart-ass remarks may OR MAY NOT have been exchanged. The call was ending on a sour note because it we were speaking two different languages without an interpreter. She then presented me with the key to our frustrations:"So what the f*** do I do with all of these f***ing eggs?!?!"Seems "to poach" something meant poach a bunch of eggs and then call your sister about how to incorporate the chicken.Good luck!
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