Wednesday, January 12, 2011

My name's Donny. I like meat.

Today we are going to have chicken.  Since I can never seem to remember to take frozen chicken out the night before and thaw it in the fridge, I always have put it out on the counter, covered, in the morning and it's ready to cook by dinnertime.  (Please do not tell me of all the health codes this violates.  I am a former food handler.  I am well aware of the codes I'm breaking.  I'm tellin' ya, I just can't seem to remember to take the chicken out the night before.)

Anyway.  I put the chicken out this morning and covered it.  When Brett and I got home early this evening, Brett said, "What is that?"

I looked over to where he was standing.  "Oh no.  That's a whole chicken breast."

Thank you, Donny.  Looks like we won't have as much leftover as I was hoping for.

To accomplish this, Donny had to jump on the counter,
take the chicken in his mouth,
jump off the counter with it still intact,
and carry it about twenty feet.

1 comment:

  1. Donny's looking characteristically proud of his find. :)