#FoodFail

I’ve heard of “rubber chicken” when folks talk about having to attend big conferences and awards dinners where lackluster food is served. But it wasn’t until this evening that I was the one responsible for serving it! Oh my God! It was terrible! I honestly haven’t a clue what the heck went wrong. All I know is that the knife bounced right off the chicken breast. We’re lucky nobody lost an eye! Chuck reaffirmed his eligibility for sainthood by simply saying that I have “made better meals” - - - and then he ate it! There was a moment when I wondered if I had purchased a fake chicken breast like the plastic sushi in the windows of some Japanese restaurants; or the wax fruit on my grandmother’s dining room table.

It was dreadful.
And, I’ll admit it, I cried.
Trust me, that chicken was no laughing matter!