Originally Posted by bowtarist
My wife made some baked chicken legs one evening. I was in an ill mood and she was outside when I went to eat them. They were uncooked and tasted like crap. I took the pan and all the legs to the dog kennel. As I walked past her, she asked me what was wrong, so I commenced to telling her how horrible of a cook she was. She ain't baked any chicken legs since.
Baked chicken is the life blood..... crazyJust tell her 45 minutes and start shovin that thermometer in there till its 165..... gun gun


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