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Tuesday
Jun152010

Rubber Chicken

I’m just on my way back from a luncheon where I’ve been the featured speaker and have hopefully said something vaguely inspiring or coherent. I’m beginning to think I no longer sound very coherent. Or maybe I’m just sick of hearing myself talk.

As someone who talks to various groups around the country --- I have become an unexpected connoisseur of rubber chicken luncheons and dinners. You name a chicken dish – I’ll bet I’ve eaten it--- at least the American version. Who knew there were so many ways to prepare, disguise or gussy up poultry?

As I walked in the ballroom, the flower arrangements were bright and spring-like. People invest a lot of time and energy on these centerpieces and they learn to be pretty darned clever when there is a tight budget involved. A couple of carnations can go a long way. During the VIP cocktail portion, there were the coterie of well-dressed women in dresses and suits. We shook hands and traded pleasantries and I thought to myself………. Chicken. They’re definitely going to serve chicken. $100 bucks says I’m right.

But of course I couldn’t bet with the organizers—that would seem ungrateful. And I wasn’t ungrateful. But I was correct. There it was in all its’ baked and crumb-sprinkled glory, swimming in its own pool of hardening sauce.

Here’s the thing. I never really liked chicken to begin with. It was always my mother’s fall back position meal growing up. And somehow my mother, who is no Julia child but has many other talents, always seemed to overcook it. My image of chicken isn’t a succulent, falling-off-the- bone, flavorful bird; it’s the chicken of my childhood, with the bejesus baked out of it and without the dignity of even a dipping sauce. My image of chicken is dry, stringy white breasts. Come to think of it, not unlike my own image of myself at this age and stage of life.

When I go out to eat in a restaurant, I’d rather order ANYTHING than chicken. OK—pizza, even the stylish Wolfgang-Puckish kind is actually very last on that list. This is amateur food, stuff I have served to my kids for years. Chicken nuggets, pizza, mac and cheese are staples in my home kitchen and I’m not paying real money to have someone present me with the same old same old. When I go out to eat, I want to order something I cant and don’t make, something that seems to involve labor and ingredients I don’t have in my pantry.

So, how is it I have found myself in the ballrooms or meeting rooms of hotels and corporations and universities around the country for the past few years and it seems we always eat… chicken. Occasionally there has been a salmon or rarely some beef. Once or twice even pork—a religious risk, I’m sure, in some towns. I have begun to dread the dramatic moment when the banquet trays come out stacked with the silver plate covers. Chicken, I think to myself. How will they dress it up today?

I’ve stuck a fork in baked chicken, chicken tetrazzini, chicken cordon bleu, chicken teriyaki, chicken stuffed with spinach, chicken Hawaiian, and chicken Caesar salad. No one has tried to do chicken fingers at a group event yet but that’s probably because no one has had the guts.

Chicken is easy and cheap. Forget about the loaves and the fishes. Jesus would have gotten more bang for the buck with poultry. He could have fed more folks and franchised a whole heck of a lot easier.

Recently I was sitting next to the mayor of a city where I was speaking.

“Let’s see what they do to the chicken today,” he said, and I perked up.

A fellow traveler on the rubber chicken circuit, I thought. Of course—a politician. Who else would understand instinctively, the dismay and trepidation when the server lifts the metal lid off with a flourish?

“So have you thought about how much chicken you eat in a given month at these things? I asked. “You must have to eat a heck of a lot chicken.” He laughed out loud. I liked this mayor.

“Most of the time I don’t even eat it, “ he confessed. He explained that as mayor he often had to go between three lunches at a time. That much chicken would make even a politician lose his grin. Or grow feathers.

“You ought to keep a rubber chicken diary,” I said, and he laughed.

“I ought to take picture of each of the plates of chicken with my iPhone,” the mayor chuckled.

“You could post them on your iCal,” I ventured. “Kind of a memento of your time in office.” I liked that the mayor was a Mac person. It gave him edge.

The glasses clinked and it was time for the speaker to take to the dais and so we quieted. I pushed my chicken around in its gooey Elmer’s Glue-esque sauce.

I noticed the mayor didn’t touch his. He made some vague motions with his knife, cleverly cutting, pushing and doing a fork-fake. He moved a few bits under the rice for emphasis and took a swig of his iced tea.

At the airport later that afternoon I grabbed a bag of chips and some Twizzlers. They would be my bad girl stand in for lunch today. Kind of a punishment and a reward for the rigors of travel. God forbid the airlines dispense anything edible these days. Times were tough.

As I hustled to the gate and ducked in the ladies room to change out of my heels and into my jeans on the way to Denver—I breezed past a Chik-Fil-A, with people lined up for chicken-related snacks. An image of the mayor popped unbidden into my head.
By now he’d be home flipping through the TV channels in some sort of high-end barka lounger, a drink in hand. I pictured him asking his wife what was for dinner, calling into the kitchen absentmindedly from his den.

“Barbequed chicken!” she might answer. And he would wince, ever so quietly in the calm of his study. And then he would slowly let out his breath.

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Reader Comments (10)

Squawk! This was hilarious.

As someone trying to get back into fighting trim, I am cooking a lot of chicken. The secret (according to Julia, maybe?): Leave the skin on while cooking. Toss the skin when done cooking. Voila! Moist, tender chicken.

Maybe it's a DC thing, but I am seeing more fish around here -- salmon and tilapia. The overcooked tendency still lives, though.

June 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRoz Jordan

\Airlines dispensing anything edible\ What are you talking about....LOL! We serve foods that are all \good\ for you! :))
Loved your comments on how your Mother cooked foods for you as kids....Did we have the same mother...my Mom did the same thing, overcooked most meats. It took me years into adulthood to figure out that steaks were not leather. They actually tasted good, when cooked right. OH btw, Turkey is the new Chicken!! :))

June 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPaulette Pelletier

Dear Lee,
How timely! My oldest daughter has just become engaged, and of course we are discussing the meal to be served at the reception. You'll never guess...yup! Chicken is in the lead, based on number of people, cost, and ability to please the masses. This article makes me think we need to reconsider!!! Being vegetarian, I am leaving it up to my daughter, her fiance and my husband to decide after a taste testing, but I will share your article with them. So enjoy your thoughts/sense of humor. Glad that you were able to take a break from blogging, but happy to have you back!
Deb

June 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeb Woerpel

What a great resource!

June 17, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterultrasound technician

Orange chicken night, green chicken night, these were the nicknames of our mom's chicken stand bys. When my brother was getting married, for a shower gift I wrote down all the recipes of our childhoods. They included my fathers bar b q Easter leg of lamb, banana split cake & yes even the green chicken recipe. My brother laughed when he read it. We both knew it would never get prepared but that the recipe was a snapshot of being kids around the table.

June 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSusie

Lee--
I hope this does reach you... I have just finished your book... I laughed with you and I cried with you....and mostly I wanted to know you.
When I read IN AN INSTANT I was so moved...I did write to you and Bob... (I feel as if I know you so forgive the forwardness of the first names)
Bob has been a long time favorite and I knew when heard about a reporter being injured... I just knew it was him... Sadly I was right...
But -- what the two of you accomplished is nothing short of a major miracle... I firmly believe tha God's mission for you both is to continue to work with out VETS... I am a supporter of your REMIND organization... VETS have a special place in my heart and your work is so important.
I hope to be reading your work for a long time to come.
Kindest regards
Ruth Becht

June 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Becht

Lee,

I love the way you write. You are so witty and entertaining! I read your first book written with your husband and loved it. My husband has had cancer twice in the past few years and we are in our early 40's so in some ways I could relate to you.

I have your second book requested at the library and can't wait to get it.

You are an inspiration to me as a writer, mom and wife.

Bonnie

June 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBonnie Campbell

hi again i seen you and your husband on Bonnie Hunt. i know it was a rerun but i was a message for me to try to tell you something.the first time you were on you talked about a voice in you that told you that everything will be ok...me too . My mom was in a nursing home and i was in deep thought about it all and a inside voice came to me not mine and said to me in a mans voice she'll be ok . when you said the same thing it gave me calmness that it so true... i think i knew it was ....and when i heard that voice i knew no matter how it all went my mom was going to be fine i hope you get this i know it has nothing to do with chicken but i didn't know how to send you a message just wanted to share Brenda Indiana

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