Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tennessee Fireman's Prayer and Recipe for Chicken Crescent Balls over Rice

Chicken Crescent Balls over Rice
This is legendary in the fire halls of Riverside California and I learned to cook it watching those who have been making it for years. I brought it to Jackson Tennessee with me and it’s a hit here too.
Boneless, skinless chicken breast, cooked and shredded
Cabinet seasonings – salt, pepper, cayenne, garlic, onion powder – your favorites
Grated cheese such as cheddar or a mixture of your favorites
Can of refrigerated crescent rolls
Melted butter
Can of cream of chicken soup
Rice prepared according to package directions
Mix the shredded chicken with the shredded cheese, proportions to your taste; add seasonings; mix well. Form the chicken mixture into balls about 1-1/2 inches in diameter. Separate the crescent roll dough into the eight triangles.  Place the chicken ball in the center of each triangle and fold the corners up to seal.  Press and seal firmly.  Place on ungreased baking sheet and repeat with the remaining dough and filling.  Brush the tops with the melted butter.
Bake for 11 – 13 minutes, or until golden brown. Warm the soup and mix with a little milk to thin if you like. To serve, place chicken on bed of rice and spoon soup over the top. Seth Zelenik, JFD 

Ever Wonder What It's Like

The bell goes off, the sirens blare,
We round the corner, we're almost there.
We come to a stop, I hear the brakes;
It's time to work; I'll do whatever it takes.
The door swings open, I hear the flames roll
Not knowing yet, what might be the toll.
Will I hear a child scream, or see a family huddled together?
The emotions, the sadness, what's gone is gone forever.
What I see is through a window, no bigger than my face
And in the time it takes to blink an eye, I'm in another place.
It's all my children's birthdays, in time lapse I see them grow.
Will I be there to see the next one, I'm afraid I do not know.
It's my wedding day and I see her pretty face
Her big beautiful eyes, that gorgeous smile, I can feel her warm embrace.
But I have only a second, no time to reminisce
For the task at hand I have to face, is far from that kind of bliss.
I'm rushing to the house now, my heart begins to pound
I can feel the fire roaring, like thunder in the ground.
I get to the door, hose in hand, then drop down to my knees
Say a prayer for my fellow brothers, God will you look after us please.
With a mighty swing the door is open and a wall of flames roll out
The air is hot, the smoke is thick, I listen for the weakest shout.
We do not hesitate; we push ahead, into the dark unknown
All the while anyone of us willing to put another life before our own.
Now some may think this is crazy, I don't blame you if you do;
Because we are a special bred of people, and this sacrifice we call our job,
Is our special gift to you.
Seth Zelenik, Jackson Fire Department (Station 1, A Shift)
Jackson Tennessee
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