Eating while MGTOW: Buck buck chicken

The MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) lifestyle, ideally, involves both a real-world withdrawal of men from women and a reduction in the large excess of productivity by men necessary to support the pampering of women through the state’s taxation of men’s natural high productivity.

Men like me who choose this path may experience a decline in disposable income as we no longer strive to be the stripper pole of cash climbed by needy, seductive succubi eager to harvest us for our resources. But this doesn’t mean that MGTOW should be denied the gastronomic pleasures of preparing our own easy, affordable, and low-cost meals.

I go shopping for food once every two weeks or so. I eat out less than once a month – twice in calendar 2015 so far, and a woman paid for one of those meals.

Beef is quite expensive as I write this but chicken is cheap and in Dallas, I can buy a “family pack” (heh) of 7-9 boned (heh), skinless chicken breasts (heh) for less than 10-12 dollars US. I break them up into individual plastic freezer bags, carefully bleeding out as much air as possible before freezing them. I then have a fortnight’s worth of protein for the price of buying some crazy feminist harpy two sour apple martinis.

Now, the basic preparation of one of these frozen breasts is easy: remove from freezer and wrapping, plop onto a pan and place into a 450 degree Fahrenheit (about 230 Celsius) oven for about an hour or less.

While you are waiting, get on Twitter and give hell to any feminists you can find.

At the end of an hour you will find a beautiful, tasty (if a little dry) roasted chicken breast. Pair that with your favorite dipping sauce (teriyaki and chili paste for me), some veggie dish and a glass of cheap wine, and you are eating in a way Caesar would envy two thousand years ago.

Now, after a while, you can get more elaborate with seasonings, dipping sauces and side dishes but the basic idea is the same: low-cost, low work, and good, sensible food to keep you going on your latest online adventure.

I just polished off my latest variation on this dish. It is much more elaborate but adds a variety necessary to keep gastronomic things interesting.

First, before I removed it from the bag, I thawed the chicken breast. I picked a large breast because I intended to stuff it with butter and herbs.

I force-thawed the still-bagged chicken breast in a small container under a leaky faucet dripping slowly on top of it. It took about 50 minutes to thaw. Two twitter feminists screamed and blocked me while I was waiting. I then preheated the oven to 400 degrees (about 205 Celsius).

As I held the thawed breast gently, my knife made a small incision on the thickest side of it. I enlarged the incision with the blunt plastic handle of a small spatula until there was a tight canyon/cul-de-sac  in the breast as far as I could force the probe without rupturing the other side of the breast.

I stuffed the resulting cavern in the breast with one smashed clove of garlic, several shards of frozen butter, and a fresh leaf of sage. Oregano, rosemary, or really, any herb you like can be used here.

I placed the stuffed breast in a 10-inch (25 cm) heavy aluminum pie pan with some frozen whole-kernel sweet corn. I put some pats of real butter, hot sauce, pepper and salt over the whole mess and baked them for about 40-55 minutes while I abused some more online feminists with logic.

And voilà. A feast of buttery baked chicken and sweet corn. Life is GOOD.

You can stuff the chicken with whatever you like before baking: ham & cheese, bleu cheese, leeks, olives (green and/or black), horseradish & apple – endless choices.  No affirmative consent is needed. Ever.

A cheap, delicious meal – costing two to four bucks – and a nightmare for feminists.

Living well is sweet revenge.

Pub note: Apparantly, feminist douchequeen Amanda Marcotte was so PO’d by the idea that men might find her as useless as she is, that she actually took time to write an article about it on Pandagon, sending thousands of her readers here to get the same message.

Now that is what I call bang for the Buck Buck, here at AVFM, especially during our quarterly fundraiser.

Please help us help Amanda find equally important things from which to be offended. PE

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