Sunday, July 04, 2004

8 Birds

We had fried chicken for dinner. Dan's last civilian meal for the next two weeks. And I am not a happy camper. Not because he's going to pretend to know how to serve the country for the next two weeks but because it was the most dissatisfactory fried chicken I've had in a long time.

The colonel got it wrong this time. Well, not him personally, the blind counter staff who packed the pressure cooked with 11 herbs and spices into the box for us. I know some people only eat the breast of the chicken because it's healthier, but get real, it's KFC. Even if the chicken was on the Atkins' diet and made to run round the yard for an hour a day, its breast would still be fatty and oily! Anyway, the breast of the chicken was all we got! All 8 pieces of it were breast meat! Dry, stringy and yet, oily breast meat! Bleagh. The counter kid really should have asked if we preferred oil sodden breast meat to oil sodden other bits of the chicken because the answer would have been a 100% definative no to the former and yes to the latter.

I hate breast meat, especially KFC breast meat. Now I'm unsatisfied and I'll have to go to KFC again sometime in the near future to appease my very displeased tummy with some correct bits of oily meat of fowl.

Ondine tossed this thought in at 19:21

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