Lady Macbeth goads and drives on her wavering husband to fulfil the destiny she insists is his: I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
To disarm Macbeth against dishonoring his pledge to murder King Duncan to ascend the Scottish throne, Lady Macbeth scolds, "I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from the boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this".
But the naysayers in the family prevailed, and after much cajoling, my mother tried substituting boneless short ribs in her lemon pot roast recipe.
For $3.99 a pound at a supermarket near my home on Long Island, boneless pork top loin, cut from the shoulder end of the loin, was much quicker.
I had a photo in that issue doing a beanplant (erroneously labeled a boneless) that my buddy Shaun Mefford took.
My freezer is stocked with boneless, skinless chicken breasts, flounder fillets and protein-rich veggie burgers.
My Secret Oddity The skinless, boneless chicken thigh, whose existence I have contemplated (how do they get the bone out?) over the cutting board to no end or perhaps even purpose.
I used skinless legs and boneless, skinless thighs for my chicken stews, and I sought out free-range organic chickens.
My daughter was thrilled with the boneless Buffalo wings, and I have to say it does a mother's heart good to see her skinny little munchkin chow down like that.
That sweet liquid has been the high chair for my esteem, propping me up in situations where my instinct was to slide into a boneless puddle on the floor.
