When asked by my husband what I wanted, I replied, Cripy chicken sandwich (which although it is fast food is at least real chicken breast) and large unsweetened iced tea.
Here's what was in the wrapper - chicken sponge.
I detest chicken sponge, but we were already back on the highway and it was 2pm and I hadn't eaten all day. I had a small reserve of snacks left for the kids, but I could bring myself to steal from my toddler. In my husband's defense he offered to turn around and rectify the situation, but it was too late. I had already lost my appetite.
Why must they tease and call it chicken? It is most certainly not chicken.
Excuse me while I gag.
This is habit-changing.
3 comments:
I pack food for us when we go anywhere but the downside to that is my kid thinks I am warehouse of goodies where - ever we go. Its cute in a way - he sees I am not carrying anything but he asks if I have anything to eat or drink - on me!
Chicken sponge! Good term! Not good that you had to ingest it, but it's a good term :)
In my pre-allergy days (I'm now allergic to all fastfood) I used to love going to Chick-Filet, because there sandwhiches felt more like real food. But I'm not sure if they have Chick-Filet in all parts of the country.
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