It seems that everybody had them on sale and I missed out...
So...she got some thighs instead.
Hey...chicken is chicken.
From now on...I need to look at the sale ads, because they had leg quarters at 79 cents a pound.
Well...you snooze you lose. I had to cut grass this morning and my lovely picked a fine weekend to want chicken, well she got it...
Just not what she wanted...
I need to buy a goat. This dang yard work has put a cramp in my cooking...
If you want leg quarters for the weekend, you need to buy them on Thursday, because I drove half way around Hendersonville today, and came up empty.
You know...if she liked breast (like I do) it wouldn't be a problem. Well...maybe it's a good thing she don't like breast.
Yes, that is a sexual innuendo of massive proportion but hey...
A dirty mind knows no bounds and I'm a cheap date...
B.D.
1 comment:
It's nice to see bbq chicken thighs that look like chicken thighs. Been looking at too many pictures of competition chicken where they're all trimmed and formed to look like little pillows.
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