Lily's un-ode to grilled chicken:
Oh chicken, oh chicken
how I hate you
on salad, in soup, or even in stew
You always get so dry
you always are so rough
No matter how much I chew
It's just not enough
Oh chicken, oh chicken
we must say goodbye
I know it's pretty hard, so try not to cry.
Down the toilet bowl you go
to the next part of life
swirling around the sewers
cause in my gut, you're like a knife.
Oh chicken, oh chicken
I will not miss you
and I won't be choosing you again
at the next bar-be-que.
how I hate you
on salad, in soup, or even in stew
You always get so dry
you always are so rough
No matter how much I chew
It's just not enough
Oh chicken, oh chicken
we must say goodbye
I know it's pretty hard, so try not to cry.
Down the toilet bowl you go
to the next part of life
swirling around the sewers
cause in my gut, you're like a knife.
Oh chicken, oh chicken
I will not miss you
and I won't be choosing you again
at the next bar-be-que.
5 comments:
Oh no!!! Even dipped in sauces it was too dry? I'm sorry - but I loved the poem!
youll have to have some brined chicken next visit to chicago. its moist and tender and DElicious. lily would approve =)
try poaching or brine-ing it (like danny says) - makes a difference!!!
LOL LOL that was AWESOME!
Yeah, I have to agree... poached chicken is pretty tender (albeit not that tasty since it's usually seasoning-free). Just drop them bitches in a pot of boiling water. Lily's too picky.
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