Apple Chicken

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, known as Fontana, there once lived a fair maiden and her ex-hb and several zoo-like creatures and a very little boy, who we shall refer to as "Little Baby," because he likes it so much when we call him that.

The fair maiden liked to cook. She cooked and cooked and cooked. And everyone around her ate and ate and ate. They all became plump, fluffy, paunchy, over-stuffed, and possibly even overweight.

The fair maiden decided that she couldn't stop cooking. After all, they needed to eat or they would starve. Eventually. They were pretty fluffy, after all.

So she thought and she thought and she thought and she came up with several healthy alternatives to the recipes she had been preparing. One of her favorites was apple chicken, but it was best baked in a special clay pot. She bought the clay pot with the apple-shaped knob and treasured it, baking chicken layered with red apples, onions and celery once a week.

The fair maiden and her family lost some of their fluff. But the best part was they kept all the taste they had come to love.

Well, years went by, and Little Baby grew older, and the fair maiden found herself and the zoo animals and Not-So-Little Baby living in a different land, and without as much time to cook as before because she was always working or in school. And with no one to help her, she and LB started gaining back the lbs because they ate fast food an awful lot.

She searched and searched and searched and could not find her clay apple baker. For years, she looked around, in boxes, in the garage, even in stores and online. One day, someone posted an auction on ebay for exactly the apple baker she lost or broke in her many moves.

And after she bought it and let it sit and collect dust for several weeks, she finally made apple chicken again for herself and LB.

And it was very good.

(Thanks for bearing with me through that, LOL)