For the past month or so our friends and family have been generously providing us with dinner. It’s awesome. Before David was born I thought making dinner for a family was just a nice thing to do. Now I know how incredible it is.
We’ve gotten a few rotisserie chickens, and can I just say: every time I see one of these sitting on my counter, I think of my mom.
Why? You ask.
Well, because my mom has a lot of different sides.
She’s wonderful and caring, beautiful and funny.
She’s also a party on the dance floor, has impeccable fashion sense, and can hula hoop with the best of them.
And just look at this picture of her before trick-or-treating last Halloween. Don’t you just wanna hang out with her?
But one side of my mom you might not know: she can clean a chicken carcass like a hyena.
(And whenever I think about it, I can’t help but picture my brother nodding and laughing in agreement.)
My mom can easily gnaw 8 lbs of meat out of a 4 lb bird.
Growing up, I vividly remember taking my plate to the trash and my mom intercepting the bones, “are you done with those?”
So you’ll understand why I feel wasteful, if not nostalgic when I look at the remains of a chicken dinner.
What I don’t understand is….why wouldn’t you eat the meat that’s left? Who raised you anyways?? Also, Did you see the fb picture mom was tagged in recently. Party Animal. Dancing Queen.
how did i miss that photo!? partay animal FOR SURE!
okay you two!! your time’s coming!!<br>David Andrew is saying free at last!
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