Fried Chicken

When my RA flares up, like it is now, I feel like I have morning sickness all day long. I feel like my stomach is tied in knots, so it is a chore to eat. It's great for weight control but does nothing for my desire to cook healthy meals for my family. On Tuesday evening Aaron was in class and I just couldn't get myself to cook up a dinner the kids may or may not eat. I remembered Talmage loving fried chicken when he was Anya's age so I thought we would pick some up while we were out.

Well, we get our 8 piece fried chicken home and sit down to dinner and the kids dug in. Before I could get too far into my piece Talmage starts asking questions about the chicken pieces. I explain that he's eating a leg and Anya has a wing and that I have a breast piece. While Talmage is tearing into a thigh and thoroughly enjoying himself he asks if all the pieces came from the same chicken. I'm starting to get queasy but tell him maybe because the chicken has two breast pieces, two thighs, two legs, two wings. Talmage thinks it must have been a BIG chicken. Then he asks "Was it a rooster or a chicken?" He thinks it is too big to be a chicken so it must have been a rooster. That ended the meal for me. I discretely remove my plate from the table and am trying to help the kids get all the meat off their bones, when Anya starts telling me stories about how she remembers this chicken (the one we are eating) from the farm (imaginary farm). She then proceeds to tell me what things they talked about while the chicken was running around. They have no idea they grossed me out and they loved the fried chicken.

I think the next time the kids have fried chicken I'll let Aaron feed it to them while I hide in the kitchen eating a dry piece of toast.