This is a very brief piece. There is no pictorial, there is nothing but simple humor in this.
I am not much of a cook, though what I do cook can be rather stellar. But I am frugal. The house I’m in is rather a luxury dwelling. Jajaja, built-in cook-top … but … alas no oven. I do have my own appliances and the stove is tucked into the laundry room. Gas stoves here, really aren’t natural gas. They are propane operated. I did without for the last 6 months because I was too cheap to buy a second tank. I am happy to say I finally bought myself a second propane tank and the propane to go with it! Weeeeeeeeeeeee I can bake, do roasts, whatever my little culinary heart desires.
The one thing I really missed was my oven roasted corn flake chicken. Yesterday, yes you guessed it, I bought chicken chests. The chicken breast had to have been named by a man. Ergo, chicken chest. I digress. So, today, whoopee … cornflake chicken. Yes, once again I’m being frugal, paid little and bought the chests skin on and bone in. No problem, skin the parts and de-bone … right? I have good knives. Away I go to tackle the dead bird. And lo and behold what do I find behind the chest and I’ve never ever experienced this in Canada … eh? Why … jajaja … the heart! It was just hanging there by a piece of connective tissue! Imagine that! A heart in the chest! Kinda sorta makes sense. Some weird-ass culinary meats and habits here.
Gave me quite a chuckle 🙂
And now … ¡buen provecho!
Listen to the palms…
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