Sorry, but chickens just don't really have fingers....

I was really on the fence about whether or not to post something tonight.  We had our weekly work luncheon, and I became terribly ill afterwards.  Although my meal was spectacular, I highly doubt I can ever look at a ravioli the same way ever again.  Sad to say...I know.  But, I will not dwell on how I felt.  I will spare you the gory details.  I did rest up, because I needed to go my weekly date with the cats up for adoption at PetSmart.

Much to my surprise, there was an entire new batch of kitties.  I could feel the pressure.  Just after I had learned all of their names and in which cages they belonged...I was suddenly faced with a whole new team of cats.  I am praying I do not get an angry call from The Oregon Cat about how they've been scarred for life because they were put back in the wrong place.  I'm holding my breath AND crossing my fingers.

They all are so very cute and sweet.  I had hoped to capture more photos than I did, but whenever I turn on the camera, they suddenly disappear...maybe pets in general just aren't all that into being photographed...

The elusive Cheez-It.  Quite the camera shy gal...

There was also another orange cat named Pumpkin.  I am amazed at the creativity (or shall I say lack thereof) of some people...It's like calling your black dog, Blackie, or your brown dog, Brownie..  Perhaps they were under lots of pressure???  Heck, maybe they just were big fans of Cheez-Its.  I am, I have to admit.  Cheez-Its are pretty darn good!

A cute pair...names unknown...

I was under soo much stress, worrying about mixing them up, that I totally forgot their names.  The gray one refused to come out of her kennel.  The other one in the front had quite a personality. 

Here is Blossom.  She's rather feisty.

I absolutely and totally remember her...because she hid under the entire stack of kennels and wouldn't come out.  Not even for wet food.  And allow me to offer you some very helpful advice...cats do NOT like to be poked at with a broom handle.  Unless facial lacerations and your vision are of little or no concern to you...  It took me a good thirty minutes to finally get her back in the cage.  Again, the show at the PetSmart was rather entertaining.  If you ever need a good laugh, stop on in Thursday evenings after 5.  I'll leave a tip jar outside the glass enclosure :-)  Feel free to laugh at will...

I suppose I should get back to the point of this blog...the whole cooking part-thingy!  I wasn't even going to make anything to eat, considering how icky I was feeling earlier, but a nice cold Coke and a bag of pretzels seemed to snap me back into shape.  However, I seriously have very little, food wise....so I made chicken fingers.  They hit the spot.  In fact, E.V. is still hanging around in the kitchen crying for the fingers!

I have no before pictures for a multitude of reasons...firstly, I was just plain lazy and lacked energy to make a semi-decent presentation, it also was getting very dark out and the lighting was extremely poor.  Oh, and I really needed some actual food and couldn't wait to eat.

Ta-daaaaa..........Chicken Fingers

I coated the chicken with eggs and Panko breadcrumbs...always use Panko.  The BEST breadcrumbs ever.  I would never lie about something that crucial.  I mixed in some herbs and spices, but will be as secretive as Colonel Sanders at this point. :-)  I made honey mustard dressing with equal parts honey and mustard, a little bit of mayonnaise and some cayenne...for a little heat!  I baked at 425 for 10-15 minutes until done.  They were rather tasty, and much better for you...not to mention, baked!  Even though chickens don't technically have fingers...I really like these!  Be sure and try them soon. 

E.V. was not willing to be photographed today.  Perhaps it's the weather...or just her typical teen-age behavior.  I have decided I won't hold it against her..

Have a great evening!  Thanks, and go make some chicken fingers.  Yummy!!