ok, i know that there is already a saint stephan- and many churches named after him. but there lives in danville a saintlier stephan- the one who kindly came into work last night when we got busy after an even busier day without our dishwasher who was at the hospital with his pregnant wife who was in premature labor. our saint stephan is an incredibly persistent worker- who asks what can i do next rather than when can i go home. i am thankful to know him let alone be mean mamma.......
today's agenda involves a derby party for 36, with fried chicken. it seems that i lack the fried chicken gene- i have never fried chicken, i have never witnessed an older female role model fry chicken, and i have never felt an urge to do so in my own home. one time our regular babysitter couldn't sit, so we found a pinchhitter through a friend- he lasted one day there- when she was frying chicken, andrew got too close to the skillet and the flying hot grease burnt his cheek. the sitter laughed it off like he should have known better- andrew wasn't from a frying family so he would have had no clue. i have out all of the central kentucky cookbooks- open to the secret fried chicken recipes. frankly, this whole fried chicken thing makes me a nervous wreck.....
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