Usually on the two days of the week when I have my obligatory sporting activity I don't eat anything greasy or fried, or with the possibility of upsetting my stomach. Today just before 5PM, big sis called to ask what I was having for dinner and I said I wasn't sure, at which point she remembered it was sporting activity day. I then asked what she was having and she replied "fried chicken". "Ooh... when did you get it?" She said that she had just picked it up, so when I queried how come she didn't stop by on her way home, she said "because it was hot". We determined that if she brought me some, I could save it for dinner afterwards, so she stopped by with the foil-wrapped treasure. Of course I couldn't resist and had to look inside. Ooh.. a drumstick and a something. I've got an hour, I thought to myself... Just one bite? Maybe just the drumstick? Maybe just one more bite? Oh... white meat... Then... I found myself picking the crispy, salty goodness from the bones... Damn that was good.
Oddly enough, play was not affected at all... except perhaps I was a little lighter on my feet and I seemed to have more snap. Go figure.
I went looking for a photo to add to this, but didn't find anything that looked good. But ... now I seem to be wanting mashed potatoes.