tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449468571565339347.post8584818945061521988..comments2023-07-15T09:23:04.434-05:00Comments on Harvestin' Blarney in Irish Grove: UnhealthyJackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12970663986904985005noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449468571565339347.post-83314741698630144772008-02-10T16:23:00.000-06:002008-02-10T16:23:00.000-06:00One time a group of our friends met at KFC, even t...One time a group of our friends met at KFC, even though I voted for somewhere less disgusting. I packed our own food and we ate our sack lunches right there in the restaurant. It was creepy when the bones in the chicken literally snapped and fell apart as they ate. There's something very, very wrong when <B>bones</B> snap like potato chips.<BR/><BR/>Rob's friend used to work at KFC and said it was so bloody hot in there they'd sweat like crazy. And their sweat would drip <I>right into the chicken fryer</I>. <BR/><BR/>I'll stop.piscesgrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12279344142538980436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449468571565339347.post-5384728078076904122008-02-10T10:22:00.000-06:002008-02-10T10:22:00.000-06:00Once in awhile we have to "regress" a bit before w...Once in awhile we have to "regress" a bit before we can start again on our progression to healthier eating. Its hard to resist the aroma of broasted chicken in the grocery store, but one bite into that delictable "slime" and you are jolted back to reality! Makes me quesy just thinking about it! It all goes back to what I said before...lets not eat any meat that is not raised on our farm....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449468571565339347.post-75497775092820030362008-02-10T08:54:00.000-06:002008-02-10T08:54:00.000-06:00I hate chicken. But my family loves it, so I cook...I hate chicken. But my family loves it, so I cook it for them. I buy the "all natural" stuff from Woodman's that claims to be growth hormone and antibiotic free which probably means nothing.<BR/><BR/>Cooking it is an exercise in living out of the moment for me. I go to my happy place and get that sucker into the pan and oven as fast as I can.<BR/><BR/>I can't even bear to watch them eat it, nor comment on its yumminess.<BR/><BR/>Just thinking about it gives me the heaves.<BR/><BR/>End of rant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com