Chicken

After twenty five years, one would think that I know how to cook chicken. Today I was about to put a piece of chicken breast in the oven and I completely got nervous about cooking the chicken. I somehow had just forgotten how to make it.  How hard is it to put a piece of chicken in the oven?  I just couldn't remember what to do. So, I called my mom. " Mom, how do you cook one lb of chicken breast?" Jewish mothers are always the best for impromptu phone calls, except when she starts going on a tangent about how I should go to JC penny's and pick out a winter coat. She is always trying to get me to buy things from JC Penny's. She even e-mailed me on MySpace to tell me to go to a JC Penny's and try on coats, because she has a 15% off coupon.  How Jewish is that? My mom is so funny. She has this great accent that is a mixture between East-coast Jew and Minnesota nice. Living in Minnesota has really rubbed off on her after all of these years. The timer goes off.  Twenty minutes later, I pull out the chicken breast. perfect.  "Thanks mom, I'll call you later."