Play this in the background while you read this thread, it won't be the same if you don't:
I stopped into the grocery store yesterday, and as I was heading toward the checkout, I heard sad whining, and looked over and saw a bin of poor homeless rotisserie chickens imprisoned in their pen under the heatlamps.
I walked over, and they all rushed up to the edge of the bin, anxiously wanting attention and hoping against hope for a forever home, eyes shining, and tails wagging. I was overcome by guilt and pity (and hunger-they smelled delicious) so I picked out one that was friendly, but still a bit shy, was nice and brown without looking dried out. It wagged, wiggled, and made happy, contented noises (and continued to smell delicious,) staring adorably at me as it sat on the truck seat beside me on the ride home.
I took it home, and freed it from its carrier. Oh, how happy it was!
Then, I pulled it apart at the joints, sliced it up, and gave it a forever home on a plate with some roasted taters and Texas garlic toast. And, it was delicious, and I had plenty enough meat left on the carcass to pull and package for a good mess of taquitos later.
So, as we go into this holiday season, don't forget the thousands of homeless rotisserie chickens that are out there in the chicken mills at the grocery stores, just waiting for the right person to come along, take them home, dismember them, and love them unconditionally. Thank you.
I stopped into the grocery store yesterday, and as I was heading toward the checkout, I heard sad whining, and looked over and saw a bin of poor homeless rotisserie chickens imprisoned in their pen under the heatlamps.
I walked over, and they all rushed up to the edge of the bin, anxiously wanting attention and hoping against hope for a forever home, eyes shining, and tails wagging. I was overcome by guilt and pity (and hunger-they smelled delicious) so I picked out one that was friendly, but still a bit shy, was nice and brown without looking dried out. It wagged, wiggled, and made happy, contented noises (and continued to smell delicious,) staring adorably at me as it sat on the truck seat beside me on the ride home.
I took it home, and freed it from its carrier. Oh, how happy it was!
Then, I pulled it apart at the joints, sliced it up, and gave it a forever home on a plate with some roasted taters and Texas garlic toast. And, it was delicious, and I had plenty enough meat left on the carcass to pull and package for a good mess of taquitos later.
So, as we go into this holiday season, don't forget the thousands of homeless rotisserie chickens that are out there in the chicken mills at the grocery stores, just waiting for the right person to come along, take them home, dismember them, and love them unconditionally. Thank you.
H22 found some rotisserie chicken yesterday. We GON use it for eggrolls. 
