Grilled Chicken Marinade

 

 

 

This is a great marinade for skinless chicken thighs on the grill.

 

½ cup olive oil

½ cup chopped onions

1 cup water

½ cup wine vinegar

3 tablespoons Worchester sauce              

1½ cups lemon juice

4 tablespoons brown sugar

2 cups ketchup

Chili powder, black pepper and salt to taste

1 tablespoon paprika

 

Sauté onions, add remaining ingredients.  Simmer for 20 minutes.  Cool before adding to chicken.  Marinate for 24 to 48 hours.

Sister Mary Margaret walked into the Mtoher Superior's office and said, "Oh Mother Superior, I am so grieved, I must confessed that I blasphemed".  "Oh no" replied Mother Superior, "I thought you were just on holiday with your family".  "I was" said Sister Mary Margaret.  "And we were having the most wonderful time, as you know before I joined the sisterhood I was a professional golfer.  My family and I were out on the course having so much fun". 

 

"Well surely that wouldn't have caused you to blaspheme" replied Mother Superior.  "Oh no" said Sister Mary Margaret, "I was teeing off on the 5th hole and was in the middle of the most wonderful round of golf in my life.  The 5th hole is a monster par-5 with a dogleg and I hit the most beautiful swing ever.  The ball went sailing straight and true right down the middle of the fairway, but in mid-flight only 100 yards off the tee a bird flew into the path of my ball striking it and my ball fell to the ground".

 

"Well that couldn't have made you blaspheme" said Mother Superior.  "Oh no" said Sister Mary Margaret, "but when the ball landed a squirrel was running right toward it and picked up my ball and ran off with it". 

 

"Ohhhh, so that's what caused you to blaspheme" said Mother Superior.  "My goodness no" said Sister Mary Margaret.  "But unbelievably, just as the squirrel was running off with my ball a hawk swooped down from the sky and plucked the squirrel and my ball off the fairway and flew off with it".

 

"Well, then, I suppose that is when you blasphemed" said Mother Superior.  "Certainly not" replied Sister Mary Margaret.  "Would you believe that as the hawk flew away, he flew across the green and dropped the squirrel and the ball.  The squirrel let go of the ball and ran off and my ball rolled to the hole and stopped just two inches from the cup".

 

Mother Superior said "Don't tell me.....you missed the f***ing putt".