Please make a note.
I look forward to the day when the children have dilemma and approach us with: Hughstin, we have a problem.
The "Hugh" half of us is pretty damn hot... also, he asked me if I wanted to check myself into a hotel (I know, I know, I was expecting him to say nuthouse too) for the weekend... catch up on sleep, order room service, have some spa treatments. Hmmm... we love him.
Please look at these chickens -
Notice how they placed on the rotisserie? LENGTHWISE.
Now, please look at these chickens -
Ummmm... yuck. These chickens are skewered across... held up by their little chicken armpits.
I serve my family a rotisserie chicken at least once a week add some baby carrots, ranch dressing and a little melon and you have yourself a damn fine kid friendly dinner and I have never EVER had an armpit rotisserie chicken... until this week.
There I am, happily serving up a drumstick when what do I see? A fucking WOUND that looks a lot like this.
It went through the entire chicken. Leg to Leg.
And I FREAKED. OMG, omg, omg, this is a bullet hole! This chicken has been shot! Those fuckers at Wild Oats are shooting their rotisserie chickens! The shooting of chickens is not right and it is really, really, gross! Oh, do not let the children see the fucking bullet hole! What to do-what to d0-what to do with the damn gunshot chicken!
The entire chicken is dumped into the trash and the children have Cheerios for dinner.
*** much later ***
Oh, probably not a bullet hole. Probably the skewer.
Hugh cannot stop asking if "gunshot chicken" is on the menu...