Posted on 05/13/2005 5:55:14 AM PDT by pissant
Grandma was right — the way to a man's heart really is through his stomach.
Or so it would seem, based on the romantic powers of a recipe that appeared in Glamour magazine (search).
In its January 2004 issue, Glamour printed instructions on how to make Engagement Chicken (search), a dish that at the time had inspired the boyfriends of three women to pop the question.
Since then — in a case of what came first, the chicken or the ring? — the magazine has received 21 letters (and counting) from women who say this simple meal was the magic trick that got them a rock.
“I made Engagement Chicken for my live-in boyfriend and less than two months later, I’m wearing a wedding band. This chicken is serious stuff. But please keep me anonymous — my husband doesn’t know he was reeled in by a chicken!” a Woburn, Mass., woman wrote to Glamour recently.
The dish consists of one whole chicken, two medium lemons, fresh lemon juice, kosher or sea salt and ground black pepper (click here for the recipe and the history of how Engagement Chicken came to be).
Not surprisingly, it tastes like ... chicken. But when it comes out of the oven — and presumably set on a table between romantic candles — it looks very festive and fancy indeed, kind of like something Martha Stewart (search) would prepare.
But why would chicken — a dish not even remotely known for its aphrodisiac powers — get a man to propose marriage?
Jon Suder, the first man to fall for the chicken 22 years ago, said the well-dressed bird put marriage on his mind because it seemed like a wifely concoction.
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Maybe I should get that recipe. And use it VERY sparingly...
Do you have a victim, er I mean boyfriend, to use it on at this time?
the way to the man's heart is through his stomach. but to keep a man you must be a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom!
My wife snagged me with her her pasta sauce. I cook better chicken than she does!
The whore in the bedroom is OK as long as there's not a line of "Johns" waiting outside the door. ;o)
well you don't like compitetion hahahaha
Exactly.
I was on a cruise ship (honeymoon) years ago watching some silly game being played with the passengers, asking embarrasing questions and stuff like that.
The question: if trapped on a island would you rather have a Nun or a hooker with you? This older man sat there for probably 15 seconds in complete silence with 100's of people waiting. Then said: Nun by day, hooker by night.
The place just erupted. Well, the guys did.
No kidding, men should really hold out until they know if she can also do a decent beef roast and pork chops with mushroom gravy.
Always check out the recipe and cookbook selection, if she hain't got one or it's skinny, well chances are the chicken was a flash in the pan event.
"it's skinny, well chances are the chicken was a flash in the pan event."
never trust a skinny cook hahaha
"No kidding, men should really hold out until they know if she can also do a decent beef roast and pork chops with mushroom gravy."
I'd also suggest you go to your potential mother-in-laws house for dinner a time or two. If she can't cook, or won't, run and don't look back. If her dad is neither fat nor happy, well, that might be a concern too.
My late wife snagged me with her enjoyment of doing housecleaning. She was a good cook – but refused to bake or try anything fancy. If we invited someone over for dinner and wanted to impress, I did the cooking. She did the cleanup afterward.
I'd rather cook than clean, that's for darn sure. Of course having my wife do both ain't bad either!
now a days most women don't know how to cook thanks to the microwave....
One advantage of being a good cook – it is a skill that’s rapidly fading in the Age of Fast Food. It’s so appreciated that women will be happy to do a good cleanup after a really good meal.
The first time a couple of Sheryl’s girlfriends tried my chicken tetrazini they all jumped in on the cleanup (the whole apartment, not just the kitchen) – after ordering the men to go to the local watering hole to shoot pool, watch the dancing girls and drink beer. When we returned they had not only cleaned the entire apartment but also cleaned out the Budweiser and Jack.
"ordering the men to go to the local watering hole to shoot pool, watch the dancing girls and drink beer".
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LOL. I particularily liked this part!
So did we.
It did the trick.
Best not to demonstrate the inability to boil an egg! ;o)
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