So Stupid Robinson calls me up, in an effort apparently to make sure I meet my FDA recommended level of inane conversations.
"What ya doing?" Stupid Robinson asks.
"Making chicken," I say, which in this case happens to be the truth and not some euphemism for unsavory activities that are best left undiscussed over the phone, unless credit card charges are involved.
"Really?" Stupid Robinson says. "You have to give me the recipe sometime."
"You go to the store. You buy a box of Shake 'N' Bake. You shake. You bake."
"Oh."
Next week, my two-step recipe for Salisbury Steak.
1. Peel back foil over apple crumb dessert.
2. Defrost.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Betty Crocker.
Posted by Philip Michaels at October 24, 1996 12:00 AM | TrackBack