Mar 292011
 

So Lea called me right after lunch today to tell me she had collected Aaron from the school nurse’s office, and he was the eighth pupil with identical gastrointestinal symptoms she’d sent home today.  He was too ill to ride round-trip again for the other boy, so I came home from work early to stay with him.

Essentially Aaron has two modes.  He is either:

  • lying on the couch looking pitiful; or
  • forcefully ejecting disgustingness from his body.  (Choose your orifice; even odds.)

There is no reason to believe Lea will rest this evening.  Aaron’s going to be up every hour or two, and only Mommy is suitable parental reassurance during such trauma.  So, insufficient compensation though it was, I volunteered to cook.  Further, as Aaron wouldn’t be joining us, I asked Lea to ask Nathan if there was something specific he wanted for dinner.  He selected “Dad’s spicy chicken.”

This started as a Big Bob Gibson recipe, but I’ve modified it extensively enough that I’m comfortable claiming it now.  Rub chicken with this (I use the boneless breast “fillets,” but I suspect it’d be fine with bone-in as well):

  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup paprika
  • 1 tbsp garlic powder
  • 1/2 tbsp celery flakes
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tbsp black pepper
  • 1 tbsp cayenne pepper
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1 tsp cilantro
  • 1 tsp dry mustard

Let it sit 45 minutes or an hour, then grill as usual.  Good, good stuff.

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