Cornish game hen is the new gas station chicken. It must be. I've never seen chicken body parts so small. A breast these days is the size of yesterday's thigh. And the thighs are like tiny quail appendages.
Yes, I've been betrayed by my gas station. No longer is a breast a bigger than a man's hand, plump, juicy, hard to devour in one sitting. Now it's a tiny shriveled thing, mostly bone. Hear that? A breast is mostly bone. That is so wrong. Used to be, packages of chicken breast would be labeled "with rib meat." That meant a sliver of bone was on the back side. These gas station imposters are now mostly bone. Ribs. They look for all the world like a back. I'm not keen on eating chicken backs. Not when I'm paying for a breast.
The issue has grown so obvious that a couple weeks ago, my chicken dipper actually put TWO breasts in my bag when I ordered one. Because he knew it was cheating to give me a back and ribs disguised with a thin strip of breast meat on one edge. Yes. It's a sad day when the thigh is bigger than the breast.
Where are they getting these chickens? The ones that work out doing squats across the free range all the live-long day, building up their thighs while their breasts atrophy. My days of touting the gas station chicken are nearing their end. It's not a bargain, and it's not that tasty.
The price and downsizing of progress.
3 comments:
Maybe Justin Timberlake could be hired for a "Bringing the Breastses Back" campaign?
I have noticed the same thing with the rotisserie chickens at the grocery. Skinny, malnourished, pitiful offerings ...... yet when you try to buy a chicken to put on the rotisserie at home, all they have are chickens on steroids.
Sioux,
Well, he would have to sign a contract promising not to walk around with anything gift-wrapped in a box...
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Kathy,
Those aren't steroids. Those are the same skinny, malnourished, pitiful chickens shot full of saline to plump them up and allow the store to charge by the pound.
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