Chicken
Every time I cook chicken breasts I am thankful for my life. Raw chicken breasts are a guaranteed pick-me-up, even on the worst of days.
"Why?", you may ask. "Raw chicken is pretty disgusting. Pink, slippery and gross."
Ah yes, it is. But every time I buy a boneless, skinless chicken breast and am chopping it up to prepare for dinner, I thank God that it is not my job to cut, de-bone and de-skin chickens ALL DAY. I think this every time, without fail.
Bring on the tantrums. Bring on yet another week of failed potty training. At least I am not a professional chicken-chopper.
"Why?", you may ask. "Raw chicken is pretty disgusting. Pink, slippery and gross."
Ah yes, it is. But every time I buy a boneless, skinless chicken breast and am chopping it up to prepare for dinner, I thank God that it is not my job to cut, de-bone and de-skin chickens ALL DAY. I think this every time, without fail.
Bring on the tantrums. Bring on yet another week of failed potty training. At least I am not a professional chicken-chopper.
posted by Bronwyn at 7:47 pm
3 Comments:
You go Pollyanna!
Chicken breasts remind me of the time your Mom asked me to get some boneless chicken and I came back with chicken thighs because that was the closest that they had...For some reason she wasn't real happy.
You chopped raw chicken for me when I was pregnant, when you were pregnant, and when neither of us was pregnant. So loving.
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