Tonight for dinner, Terri roasted a chicken. The scent played be hungry with me for what seemed like hours while I watched the US Open as Phil Mickelson blew it badly.
Then we got the chicken up on the table for carving. NO BREASTS. I start to think about odd pesticide deformities as I carve away... no breast meat. NONE. So I cut up the legs.
Then Terri has a hunch.
Which turned out to be correct.
This here chicken was roasted UPSIDE DOWN.
One flip to breast meat, and a happy ending. Not for the chicken, not for Phil, but for us - we had a delicious meal.
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