chicken nuggets ala Bob

today i am going to share a secret recipe i created last year when i had to feed my 6 foot four, 300 pound brother-in-law. all i had in the fridge were chicken breasts and biscuits. this recipe is for parties or snacktime, and it makes 10 bite-sized morcels, so double it up if there are more than three of you.

ingredients

1 can regular sized biscuit
2 boneless chicken breasts
2 cloves of garlic, smashed
one quarter cup of parmeson cheese
one quarter cup melted butter

in a frying pan on the stove, heat up a bit of olive oil with a pinch of salt and pepper and 2 smashed garlic cloves. cut chicken breasts into 10- one inch square pieces, and cook them in the frying pan with the garlic and oil until the chicken browns. let chicken cool a bit. preheat oven to 375 degrees. Take out biscuits and wrap one piece cf biscuit around one piece of cooled chicken. place each piece on baking sheet, brush each piece with melted butter, then sprinkle the tops with parmeson cheese. Bake until pieces are golden brown.

set out bowls of whatever dip you might like, and try different dips. i like ranch or western dressing with mine.
let me know how it went if you try it.

mom's recipe for keeping our family close

let me take you back, for a moment, to the days when families ate together every night. when i was a child, virtually every Saturday morning started the same way. there were eight of us in that big old house on 15th avenue in Fulton. Mom and dad slept on the main floor, and dad fixed the upstairs into three bedrooms. My brother and i slept in the attic, remodeled to look like two mirrored images of a room, split right down the middle, each of us with our own space.
I would wake up to the smell of sausage frying, and i knew it was Saturday. I would usually be the first one up. Dad would be shaving and putting on "Old Spice", and mom would be mixing a bit of flour and a half gallon of milk in with the sausage to make the best gravy in the world. the smell of Mom's home-made buscuits were the alarm clock for the rest of the clan.
By 8am, we would all be sitting at the table, talking over the week and what we would do on that day. Dad was very busy during the week, but on Saturday he was ours. During the summer, it was off to the river, all of us piling into the boat, mom with her picnic basket full of fried chicken and potato salad. and in the winter, once a month i would get dad all to myself. on those days, after breakfast i would make a few peanut butter sandwiches out of the leftover buscuits, and mom would hand us a thermos of hot coffee and dad would take me hunting. our old beagle, Gypsey would sit in the front floorboard as we road hunted, slobbering all over my boots as she begged for a bite of my sandwich. I remember, dad would be different on Saturdays, nicer, more attentive, more focused on us kids. he knew this was our day to be with him, and he would change just a bit for us.
Thinking back on those days, i am inspired. i am inspired to be a better father, to give my kids more of me, more of what brings us together as a family. Now pop is gone, but mother is still making those buscuits and gravy every time she can gather us all together on saturday mornings. she knows the importance of gathering as a family now and then.
i have been shown the way to keep my own family close. mom and dad showed me how to do that. And it all started with sitting down to breakfast together on Saturdays.