I occasionally make some after ripping the skin off a couple of chickens which I'm preparing (we call these "Chicken Itchings" in our household),

In Yiddish they're called gribnes and they are a delightful side effect of rendering chicken fat ("schmaltz").

The rendered fat which is left behind after cooking can be used for Pate, Confit and other heart-attack inducing delicacies.

Posts like this are why I love Public Address. Although I must say that my triglycerides had a surge just by me reading it.

Speaking of pork scratchings: there's a…

When it comes to pork rinds Snix are fatilicious (and made from NZ grown pigs) but microwave rinds are even better – unfortunately they've been off my supermarket's shelves for about a year. So when I want to snack on a dead animal's skin, Snix it is.

The other option…

What did you do to her when ZZ did his head-butt 5 days later?

I took the precaution of not holding any children for the duration of that game. During the penalties I believe I might have been snapping wooden beams in half to relieve the tension.

two years ago, I made my daughter cry by barking a loud NO! when Zambrotta hit the post in extra time vs. the hated Germans

What did you do to her when ZZ did his head-butt 5 days later?

Considering the boy (three months old now) is often sent downstairs with me for sporting events, I may need to tone the swearing down.

Experiences in bad parenting, #45 of 900: during the semifinal of the soccer world cup, two years ago, I made my daughter cry by barking a…

Perhaps it’s some subliminal thing where I think I’m a coach and can actually achieve something. And normally players who yell at the ref get pinged, so I’ve worked out it would probably be counter-productive.

And I too have developed the…

Over years of watching top sport while the rest of the household is asleep, I have perfected the silent cheer. The team scores, you leap to your feet, open your throat and punch the air. But there is no sound.

Heh, I've done that. Expect with our creaky floorboards I…

When I'm watching sport on TV*, I like to snack on a plate of freshly cut veggies, including celery, capsicum and carrots sticks, along with some freshly made hummus dips

Yes, the Tiramisu at half tiime at Lancaster Park is divine. Perfect washed down with a warm 2008 bottle of…

Considering the boy (three months old now) is often sent downstairs with me for sporting events, I may need to tone the swearing down.

You're right Richard and it doesn't get any easier as they get older. Football is a particularly bad one with all the best tunes being fairly…

Chicharrones were a product my da' was trying to export way back in the days of the Otahuhu meat works. Southdown considered it a by product, hence rubbish. At 1c a piece, the mexican delicacy was gold to his eyes and seemed viable right up until the…

The team scores, you leap to your feet, open your throat and punch the air. But there is no sound.
I'll leave someone else to formulate the "tree falls in the forest" joke.

Perhaps something about the sound of one hand clapping would be even more apt.

* This is not something I have actually done.
Ditto.

Cheering. Everyone has their own style when it comes to cheering the team. My technique is mainly to just be loud with coherent as a secondary concern.

Over years of watching top sport while the rest of the household is asleep, I have perfected the silent cheer. The team scores,…

I used to kind of go 'Gettttinnnnn-getfuuuuuuucked', depending on who I…

Considering the boy (three months old now) is often sent downstairs with me for sporting events, I may need to…

And that 'frictive' is almost a swear itself...