Last night I bought a rotisserie chicken at the store. I pulled the meat from the carcass and threw out the skin. I pulled the meat apart. I covered it with BBQ sauce and put it on the stove for a bit. I served on a bun along with some slaw, french fries and some leftover homemade potato salad from supper on Sunday.
The boy hated it. The wife did not like it much. She said "It tastes like pulled pork, only made with chicken".
Yes. What was she expecting? I guess I will not make that agian. The two of them are so picky it is frustrating. We eat the same meals repeatedly because neither will eat anything new. Yet the complain they are tired of everything. I guess we will have *&^%$#@ spaghetti tonight for the billionth time.
Reading blogs and writing about this nonsense does not get the forecast done.