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I got a lot of people to feed chicken n taters

4 lbs bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs
1 tbsp kosher salt
1 tbsp dried oregano
1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp dried rosemary
1 pinch cayenne pepper
6+ cloves of garlic, crushed
1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/2 cup olive oil
3 russet potatoes, quartered; skin them if that's your thing, but I like skin on
2/3+ cup chicken broth or stock

Preheat your oven to 425F. Lightly grease the inside of a large roasting pan.

In a large bowl, combine everything but the broth/stock. Give it a good hand-mixing until everything looks about evenly coated.

Transfer the chicken to the pan, skin side up. Add the potato quarters among the thighs. Pour the stock/broth evenly over the whole affair, then pour the marinade from the mixing bowl over it, also evenly.

Put the pan in the oven. Let it go for about 20 minutes, then remove everything and give everything a rotate to help cook more evenly, but keep the chicken skin-side up unless you want to lose the skin on the bottom of the pan. Return it to the oven for another 25 minutes or until the chicken registers 165F near the bone.

Remove the chicken from the oven to a serving plate. Cover it to keep it warm. Toss the potatoes in the remaining juices and return the pot to the oven on broil until the marinade caramelizes and blackens; maybe 3 minutes. Remove from oven and turn it off. Transfer the taters to the serving plate.

Splash a little more stock/broth into the pan to scrape up the crusties on the bottom of it, and give the marinade a good stir to make sure everyone gets some burnt garlic. Drizzle it all over the chicken and taters. Serve it with some broccoli or something if you're trying to pretend there's anything healthy about this meal.

@solstice Just confirming. Like I said in my recipe, cheese and I are not friends, so I don't know much about cooking with it.

@solstice You don't keep any of the pasta water to try to thin the cheese into a sauce or anything?

For people who have ever wanted a socially acceptable excuse to eat salsa with a spoon, here is my recipe for shakshuka. It is not authentic, if you were looking for that.

Heat 2 tbsp olive oil in your largest frying pan over medium-high heat. When it's shimmering (or just warm; people make too big a deal about this, in my opinion), add 1 diced, white onion and 8 oz diced mushrooms; I personally like shiitake for the texture. Give them a pinch of salt and saute until the onions are translucent.

Add 1 diced red pepper, cored, and as much diced jalapeno as you think you can stand. Where I live, I can only buy them in the size of a salt shaker, so I get three and I don't core them, because I like foods that make my nose run. You can core them if you like it milder. Anyway, sprinkle 1 tsp cumin, 1/2 tsp paprika (I use Hungarian but you do you), 1/2 tsp turmeric, 1/2 tsp black pepper, and 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper over the sauteeing vegetables. Let all this cook for about three minutes, giving it a stir now and then to keep the spices from burning.

Add 28 oz. can of San Marzano tomatoes, crushed, juice and all to the party with 1/2 cup of water. Some people use broth, which I don't like in this recipe, but it's your frying pan, not mine. Stir it until everything's well-mixed and let it get to a boil, then drop the heat to medium and let it simmer for 15 minutes.

At the end of this time, give the pan a good stir to make sure nothing's burning to the bottom of the pan, then start making indentations in the surface for you to crack eggs into, one per. My frying pan is big enough to accommodate seven eggs with no overlap, but yours might not be. You're trying to poach the eggs if you like them runny or boil them if you don't (hi), so I like to partially cover the pan to speed the process along and prevent the shakshuka from losing any more moisture than it already has. When the eggs have hit the consistency you like, take it off the heat and serve it with whatever toasted bread you like best.

I understand lactose-tolerant people sprinkle goat cheese over the top before digging in, but that's not me.

@mietze A lot of it (or I should say, a lot of my obsession with it) is kind of founded on her looking like she basically has no pores. My complexion's actually probably the best it's ever been in my life, but porcelain skin is no longer in the cards for me. It's fine; I just sigh and wish for what might have been, had I known about the importance of hydration thirty years ago.

Seeing a look I'm obsessed with on a college kid and wanting so much to try it, but every time I think about the logistics of it I remember I'm in my forties.

Sigh.

@faraday Right. I'm implying that I want every actor to have the same training and responsibility as the armorer, but I'm not suggesting that because I am aware that implication comes from an irrational dread drilled into me since childhood; if that makes any sense at all. My actual proposal would be more akin to learning what the different kinds of bullets look like so the actor has a greater chance of spotting them, especially in a revolver...

...but even as I say that, I imagine some poor actor putting a slug in their eye socket while checking the cylinder instead of leaving it in the hands of a true professional.

As you can tell, I am struggling with this one. Most likely, I'm trying to make myself feel safe by pretending I can contribute a helpful solution to an intractable problem.

@aria I suppose I was arguing with my own conscience rather than you, because while I genuinely do see and mostly agree with the idea that relying on Alec Baldwin to possess knowledge outside of his profession is a recipe for tragedy, I was raised with an almost superstitious fear of guns that leads me to think an actor who's going to be playing with them like they're toys should make time to learn how these murder-engines work. I'm not saying everyone should go through a Keanu-level Quantico training regime, but, like, mandatory safety training or something with a written test at the end, you know?

Oh, I hadn't heard he's a producer. Then yeah, he owns more of the blame than I thought he did.

@aria I forget if someone else already said this, but the argument against actors being responsible for gun safety is they're not trained professionals. Every movie set has, or at least is supposed to have, two trained, licensed professionals who check every firearm to be used in a scene prior to the cameras rolling, to check that it's loaded with blanks and to announce loudly to the whole set that the gun is either live or not. Adding that responsibility to the actor, who almost certainly is not accredited, just creates another way for the system to break by adding an amateur to a system designed for professionals. I tend to support this position, from my own anecdotal experience with systems that have lots of redundancy.

Much less grimly than my previous peeve, I miss when local Chinese restaurants offered shrimp toast as an entree. It's like ten years ago, every restaurant owner in town got together as a union and decided not to sell make it any more.

@ominous said in Movie / TV / Streaming Peeves or Whatever:

Is that an unusual step? I don't work in the industry, and have no baseline to work with.

I don't work in the industry either. I'm an enthusiastic amateur who's read some stuff here and there. The main thing I know about Hollywood is it's an extremely litigious environment to work in, running entirely on contracts that evoke images of devils or faerie lords. Consider this: if crew accounts are to be believed, the fatal shooting was the third misfire on the set of this movie; the first two just didn't hit anyone. That means two guns went off when they weren't supposed to before any crew members said "fuck our contracts" and left the movie. That strongly implies to me that this level of irresponsibility is outright remarkable.

@ominous Sorry, I thought the unusual steps of people walking off the set implied it's unusually dangerous. I didn't make that part explicit.

@ominous From what is currently known, which is almost certainly not a complete picture, this particular set has been so dangerous several people walked off it. The crew has been operating on five hours of sleep per day because lodgings that were promised to be close to where the movie was filming ended up being an hour or more away. While on a set with any guns, the weapon handed to an actor is supposed to be inspected by two licensed professionals to make sure it only have blanks in it, somehow a gun loaded with three live bullets (I don't know it there were three because the revolver had been fired previously in the movie or if it's because the gun had been used earlier in the day for live round target practice on some tin cans, which is reported to have happened) got into Baldwin's hands as he fired at a spot where neither the director nor the person filming were meant to be but nevertheless were because they were examining footage.

It sounds to me like a huge cock-up that required a lot of different things to go wrong at once, with exhaustion very likely playing a part in bad decision-making.

I am doing slow blinks at photos of cats. Jesus Christ.

@testament You know, he doesn't have a problem with you because sure, you're gay, but you don't cram it down his throat like the ones who want to get married and shit.

Or he doesn't have a problem with you because sure, you're a feminist, but you're not one of those man-hating bitches who liked Captain Marvel or Ghostbusters 2016.

Never mind that you do think gay people deserve marriage rights and you do like those two movies, but he assumes you don't because you never mentioned it, which means you must agree with him and therefore be better than those debased lesbos who, by disagreeing with him, are less than human.

Or whatever other example works for you.

@testament "My skin is already a blanket, so why is this blanket lying on me? Am I not hot enough?"

@derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

I feel like there is a whole story here and I am dying to hear it.

Not really. Just microaggressions here and there, piling up until the conclusion is inescapable. I've tried to turn it into an interesting narrative, and just can't figure out a way to make death by a thousand papercuts flow.

Thinking someone is your friend until you find out he's a homophobic misogynist who only likes you because you're one of the good ones so he doesn't mean any of it about you.

Once, more than a year ago, I was in line at a drive-thru. When I got to the window, the teller told me the person in line ahead of me had paid for my order.

Now I do it all the time. I want other people to have that surprise.