Chicken, corn, gravy, taters, cheese
My stomach sank. It appeared to have already been eaten at least once. It looked like a pipin’ hot bowl of vomit.
But, of course, I ate it anyway. And it was good, really good. The chicken was tender and tasty, not the kind with the hard breading that tears holes in your gums, or anything like that. The gravy was delicious, the corn buttery, and there was so much sodium and fat my heart is still cutting in and out – and it’s the arrhythmia of love.
I love the damn things myself.