What's that? You don't recognize the dish? Why, it's my special Cajun chicken.
Go ahead and laugh - just do it behind my back. I don't know if my tender heart can take it today. It's been a day.
Yeah, this was the outcome of my barbecuing 10 fresh chicken breasts. Fuck. My intentions were so good - to be protein prepared! And then I had to go and have a fight with one of the Chaw girls and forgot completely about the chicken on the barbecue, until I could smell the chicken-turned-charcoil continuing to fossilize as it burned at the 600 degrees that I had the barbecue cranked up to. UGHHHHHHHHH
I tried to salvage some of the meat on the inside, but there are only a few things in this world dryer than the meat left inside those breasts - one involves a nun and the other is the turkey on grandma's kitchen table. no go.
It was just one of those friggin' days. This here chicken symbolizes it.