Whenever I make fried chicken salad, I always laugh, being reminded of my 3 boys, when they were growing up.
They would run a very effective scam on me while I was frying.
I call it the 'wolf pack'. One of them would walk in and ask me a question. Her I am, all excited because someone wanted my opinion, finally, my chance to give sage advise. Whilst I am distracted, giddy with glee, the other two wolves make their move.
They snatch a few handfuls of chicken, French fries, etc.. and stealthily make their way back into the bedroom, where they split up the booty. It took a few years, but I finally figured it out, after having spent 45 minutes making French fries, and the dish wasn't getting any fuller. Stinkers!
Cream of Broccoli Soup
Fried Chicken Salad
Cream Puffs
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