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Friday, February 24, 2006
There was a big sale on boneless chicken breasts the other day and we filled up the freezer. I was telling the boys we were going to have Chicken Spaghettie, Chicken Fried Rice, Chicken and Dumplings, Chicken Pot Pies, BBQ Chicken, Baked Chicken, Chicken Parmesan and etc, etc, etc. That was before I saw this cartoon, now I think we are gonna have steak and burgers!! I just can't get this cartoon out of my mind, when I start to make chicken, I am freaked out!!
posted by Live, Love, Laugh | 9:17 PM
17 Comments:
Haha!!! I got such a chuckle out of this post! Can you imagine? haha!!!!! This was good!
Thanks for the laugh! :)
LOL! My son has a t-shirt with this cartoon on it, and guess where he works? KFC!
What if that had been a cow in the oven and all his family sitting outside watching him bake? Don't worry about it, at least you didn't have to kill it and pluck all the feathers off.
When I was a little girl, the four of us kids got a baby chic for easter. They stayed in the back yard and grew up. Dad decided that it was time to eat the chickens. I watched him kill the poor chicken and then pluck all the feathers off. None of us children could eat the chickens. It was a memory that I will never forget. I am glad that all I have to do is buy those chickens at the store and cook them. When you find deals like that you have to captialize on them. I got six pounds of chicken breast last week for $2.50. I took them home and washed them and then put two each in a freezer bag. How good does it get? Good luck eating your chicken.
Whenever you are freaked out about the cartoon, just read Lucy's comments slowly, closing your eyes and imagine that scene. You'll forget about the cartoon. Another idea is to name your chickens as you are preparing them, "this is Tommy, this is Marsha." Okay. This is verging on sick. Like I said, I'm just ordinary, nothing righteous here!
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Oh. I should clarify - nothing self-righteous here, that is in me. Righteousness? Now that is a different matter...I'm bought and paid for and I gotta great robe to prove it. Can you see it? It's red.
Hey, I saw your name on a post on Eddo's site and checked out yours. I have that as the welcome message on my phone to remind me daily to "live, laugh, love" Gr8 site
Oh dear....I've not thought of this, and with your commenters giving the chickens names, I'm really quite subdued....but now beef would be out of the question too, after seeing the sweet photos of Sarpy Sam's newborn calves out in Montana...just can't win here:
http://nowherethoughts.net/sarpysam/archives/1573-Calves-Everywhere.html
Oops, that was me, not Georgewesley....he forgot to reset the blogger i.d.
LOL! Too cute!
Dana, that was very good. I enjoyed the laugh
Personally, I'm a charter member of PETV (People for the Ethical Treatment of Veggies).
I don't se how people can uproot or behead an asparagus, cruely chop it up, boil it and then EAT IT!
How barbaric!
After all, asparagus are human, too.
LOL I'm Cuban so a big event at Christmastime is the pig roast. All the men in the family go to a farm, choose a pig, and one guy holds it down while another one kills it. Then another guy cleans and shaves it, and someone else marinates it. Afterwards they all cook it over hot coals. I was with them once for the first part of the process (when I was a little girl), and all I could do was cry. I felt so sorry for the pig. I kept trying to talk my father into setting it free.
I have no problem eating pork once it's been cut and placed on a platter. It's when it's alive and looking like Porky Pig and trying to run away from six crazy Cuban guys with a machete that I feel its pain.
Maria made me laugh, and a little scared too. Poor Poorly Pig!
That comic cracked me up.
: )
Dana, Come back!
Hi LLL
That is so funny
I think we all have a story to tell.
Thanks for the Laugh
Doug
Thanks for the laugh. Yes I am the same way. When I was first married, my husband brought a cute live rabbit in the house, telling me he was going to butcher it so I could cook it.
HA! That thing sat on the back porch until he had to bury it. I wouldn't touch it and was mad at him for a lomg time. Actually I still am a little peeved about it.
That was 50 years ago. LOL!
We do not eat our friends!
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