Cooking Chicken with Patti Davis

Yes, that's what I was doing until just moments ago - making chicken fried steak, actually - in a garden with my friend kate and patti davis, daughter of ronald and nancy reagan - who had a gift for garden cooking, but was certainly not wearing a bra of any kind. every time she'd lean over to stir the gravy, i'd get a big helping of a now deceased president's daughter's boobs. not very attractive, i might add. it's 4 in the morning. i've taken a sleeping pill, but in the meantime, thought writing in a blog would be the perfect activity for the delirious. oh wait, i think i hear patti davis calling me. she says she also made apple pie! so i gotta go. but if you're still up and in in the mood to travel to outer space, i recommend this to whet your appetite.