I may be stuck in a ‘what’s for dinner’ rut that only exists on Sundays, which is the day that I am supposed to dazzle you with my cookery. Instead I gave into fulfilling my desired cravings of roast chicken.
Roasting and eating a chicken with two people is the only way to eat chicken. You never have to be polite about not taking too much of one part of the chicken and by the time you get to second servings you get to pick at the chicken with your fork. The best part is that when I make gravy I get to dip my chicken or seconds mashed potatoes directly into the bowl of gravy. So long flat belly. Welcome cellulite.
What? Manners? Not in my home of two.
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