Vickie Lee.

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.

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6 Comments

  1. Kristie September 15, 2011

    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.

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  2. tomamanda September 15, 2011

    how did i miss that photo!? partay animal FOR SURE!

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  3. Grammy September 15, 2011

    okay you two!! your time’s coming!!<br>David Andrew is saying free at last!

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