Robbed a George Foreman store and told’em make me a grill.

Ok so this is how things tend to go down. I get bored at work. I fire up ITunes and pick through the mostly revision 3 podcasts till I find something that seems worth while to listen to or watch. Now one of the things I enjoy is cooking. Most of you who know me know I love to entertain and cook. Especially learning to cook new things. My girl friend will also admit to that. I’ve cooked for her two or three times in the 4 weeks we’ve been going out. Which is pretty often since I only get to see her once or twice a week. So I find my self watching some ctrl-alt-chicken(cooking for geeks) and they were making some stuffed manacotti. Mmm…cheese stuffed pasta cigars.

So food was all ready on my mind. Lunch time rolled around and I was starving. I guess that happens when you don’t eat much for dinner and you eat dinner early. Then on top of that I skipped the morning time meal. Nick looks me up and asks if I want to go out. He comments that chicken or pizza would be good. Inevitably the conversation turns to how you could make pizza stuffed chicken. Oddly enough this doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. Pizza stuffed chicken just didn’t seem to grab the attention like I thought a dish like that should so of course you have to say it in a different language. So we return to the tormenta del pollo. This long lost beast of ancient past that terrorized cube farms from the east to the west coast. Bellow is a rare picture of the beast.

If you’ve got a recipe for either chicken or pizza or both together then please send it my way. I love both and would enjoy cooking it up some time.