They say Sunday is  supposed to be a day of rest. It’s definitely not a day of rest around here. I threw that idea out the window a long time ago. I think it has something to do with “bovines”. First off, get outta bed and go milk the “bossies”. I always yell at the kids, “It’s church day, gotta get movin”. Sunday mornings is always stressful. Now that we’re grazing wheat , we have to get the cows back off before we head off for church. They would eat us out of house and home if we didn’t. 019.jpg      Hurry up, girls. We don’t have much time. They always want to get that last bite in. Kinda like humans. Ha. Ha. 021.jpg     Then they head for the water tank and drink gallons and gallons of water. They stand around and discuss what they want to do the rest of the day. Maybe eat some hay?006.jpg     Yep. Tastes pretty good after tanking up on that wheat grass. Meanwhile we’re still racing around to get to church on time. We plop down and finally catch our breath and warm up. You know what happens next?! I start yawning. It’s a vicious cycle. Lunch time and then a few precious hours before it starts all over again. So yesterday, Michael and Candace skipped out and went to their youth party to watch the game. That left Marshall, Earl and I to do the chores. Marshall is great help once I get his head out of the clouds and into the barn. Point him in the right direction and he’s ready to rock n roll. 024          Seemed like forever before we finally got done. We want to watch the game too. Earl does best to watch football by himself. He can get pretty fired up. He’s “super happy” today because his team won. There’s always a lot of jumping up and down, yelling and plenty of commentary around here. Whew!! I watch in between fixing the food and keeping them stuffed with what ever is ready to chow down. I ate approximately half the pan of cattleman’s spread. Candace wasn’t here to fight it out with………and then they wanted chicken fingers. Now I have made a lot of chicken fingers in my time. I’ve tried just about every recipe that comes along. But I always go back to the original one I started out with.  Seems to make them all smile. 027.jpg     I almost forgot to take a picture and then the carnivores had almost devoured all of them. I’ll share the recipe just in case you have carnivores to feed too. Plus, any recipe that calls for dairy has got to be good.

6 boneless skinless chicken breasts

1 egg, beaten

1 cup buttermilk

1- 1/2 tsp. garlic powder

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 cup seasoned bread crumbs

1 tsp. salt

1 tsp. baking powder

Oil for frying

Cut chicken into strips; place in large Ziploc bag. Combine egg, buttermilk and garlic powder; pour over chicken. Seal and refrigerate for 2-4 hours. ( while you’re milking you’re cows) In another Ziploc bag, combine flour, bread crumbs, salt and baking powder. Drain chicken, discarding buttermilk. Place chicken in the flour bag mixture; seal and shake to coat. Heat oil to 375 degrees. Fry chicken in batches until golden brown. Drain on paper towels.

     Your family will come along and grab them as soon as they get done. Trying to eat them without giving them time to cool. You’ll just roll your eyes and keep on frying away. Live and learn! 020.jpg         Both boys are “chicken fingers” fans. Michael made sure he got the leftovers from last night. They were his breakfast. I’m sure he told Marshall that he gets all of them because Marshall had his share last night. One of these days Marshall is gonna let him have it!! I’m just going to stand back and let them “duke” it out. Well, so much for my weekend, hope yours was exciting too. Gotta run…………Carol