my usual chicken purchase is a bag of frozen thigh strips. they taste pretty gross to me now, which trumps easy, quick and never drying out
but the grocery gods smiled upon me and sent bags of giant frozen chicken legs for me to buy. they just take for damn ever to cook
i'm calmer now. i want to take 2 or 3 muscle relaxers but the thought makes me a little paranoid. and will probably make me a little dead. i'm a sensitive flower when it comes to medication.
so i'm watching dylan dog and wanting to eat pills like candy, like pillsy. bleh them thighs was gross