Chicken is Love, Chicken is Life

Chicken, like humans, comes in many shapes, forms, and sizes.

Fried, grilled, sautéed, boiled (ew), baked, and even alive,

If that’s your sort of thing…

Chicken has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember,

A best friend if you will.

Chicken was there when I needed it the most.

In times of deep hunger,

I could always count on a four piece from the Chinese spot or two wings and a breast from Kennedy’s or as I like to call it, Ghetto Fried Chicken.

If it wasn’t made obvious enough, fried chicken is my favorite.

A close second, however is baked chicken.

Lord knows what a lemon spiced rotisserie chicken will do to me.

My love for chicken is nothing to be messed with.

As a child, my mom lied to me for years feeding me various meats whilst telling me they were my beloved chicken, until steak was cooked for dinner one night.

That’s when it all went wrong.

Assuming it was chicken, I devoured it, but then my step father revealed my mother’s lies,

I was eating steak. Cow, NOT chicken.

I was utterly disgusted and even now that has remained one of my darkest days.

Although I do enjoy a nice steak now, that is beside the point because chicken is what matters.

Chicken is Love,

Chicken is Life.