While the Chicken Thaws
Trish Faber
I like chicken. I like chicken a lot. I used to own a restaurant that sold chicken. A lot of chicken. You could say that I’m a bit of a chicken aficionado, a connoisseur – that wouldn’t be a stretch. A little “Shake n’ Bake” chicken, paired with a nice salad and a glass of wine, is the perfect Friday night yin to the yang of a long work week. I am not a perfect aficionado by any means. Sometimes in the busyness of the week, I forget to take my chicken out of the freezer on Thursday’s. This is a grave error. It means that I will now have to wait for the chicken to thaw before I can coat it in that deliciousness that is “Shake n’ Bake”. I have time to kill. Sometimes I drink wine while I’m waiting for the chicken to thaw. Sometimes that wine leads to a dance party while the chicken thaws. But mostly, I sit and talk to myself about extremely random topics that inspire, motivate or make me laugh. Or, I reminisce about my childhood, or I think of new projects for TitsnToolz to bui