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Caturday Pootie Diary: I like chicken [1]
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Date: 2023-06-10
* Contains descriptions of handling meat (chicken)
Sitting at the kitchen island, I took inventory.
Big bowl? Check.
Mayonnaise? Check.
Curry Powder? Salt? Pepper? Check, check, check.
Giant apple? Right there.
Rotisserie chicken from Costco? I tapped the top of the plastic container. “Check!” I said.
I also had a cutting board, a big knife, a few big spoons, and a bag for trash.
It was time to make a big bowl of chicken salad.
I pulled the chicken towards myself and cracked open the container.
Freddie appeared in the chair next to me as if he had teleported.
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“Hello!” I said, a little startled.
“Is that chicken?”
“Weren’t you deeply asleep like a minute ago?” I had checked, knowing that making chicken salad is harder when he’s awake.
“I sure do like chicken,” he said, rubbing his head against my bicep.
“I had no idea,” I said, dryly.
“Anyway, can I have that chicken?”
“The whole thing?”
“Yes, I would looooooove the whole thing!”
I shook my head. “They are cheap at Costco, but not that cheap.”
I began my very refined method of deboning the chicken by grabbing handfuls of it and pulling it off the bone. It was still very hot.
“Oh, this is still very hot!” I said.
“And delicious, I bet,” Freddie said, stepping up with his front paws onto the island.
I pushed him back down with my elbow. “This would burn your mouth!” I told him.
“It would be worth it!”
“Ow ow ow ow owie!” I said, trying to separate bone from meat while the chicken was still steaming hot. “Ouch!” I shook my hands, trying to relieve the heat.
“I can lick your fingers,” Freddie offered. “That might make them feel better.”
I looked over at him. “That is so gross,” I said.
“I think it would be pretty good.” He reached past me and attempted to paw the pile of chicken on the cutting board. I gently elbowed him back.
“I can grab some,” he said. “It’s right there.”
“Not for Freddie,” I grunted, going back to the plastic carton for more.
Freddie made another attempt to climb onto the island. “Excuse you, little man!” I said, using my forearm to push him back. “Are you allowed on the counters and tables?”
“The chicken is on the counter and table!” he huffed.
I looked down at it. “Not for much longer,” I said, going back to work on it.
The chicken had finally cooled enough that I thought it would be safe for him. I carefully plucked out a small bit and carefully examined it for anything that might hurt him or make him sick. Once I was convinced it was just the meat, I held it out to him.
He smelled every centimeter of it. I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been begging for this and now you aren’t sure you want it?”
He took it from my palm, then dropped it on the seat of the chair on which he was perched. Then he crouched down and set to eating.
“You had to put it on the upholstery huh?” I said, then turned back to my work.
I carefully snapped the lid of the container the chicken had come in back into place, then put it into my trash bag. I was finished with the first part of making the chicken salad. Now there was a pile of chicken meat on my cutting board, ready to be chopped.
I looked down at my hands. They were a mess. I looked over at my very hopeful cat. “Can I get up and wash my hands without you helping yourself to this chicken?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Of course!” he chirped, stretching out his neck to smell the pile of goodness in front of me.
I shook my head. “I’m not falling for that again,” I said. I picked out a piece for him and set it on the island in front of his face. Once he was busy with that, I scooped up the chicken and dropped it into the bowl, out of his reach.
I gave the chicken salad one last stir, then scooped a little out to test that the seasoning was right.
Freddie gave my arm a gentle pat.
I looked over at him. “I like chicken,” he reminded me. His face was open and full of hope.
I nodded. “But I don’t think you should have curry powder,” I said.
He deflated.
“So it’s a good thing I saved a little for you!” I said, pulling out the chunk I had deposited on a paper towel before I finished the salad. I held it out to him and he snatched it, holding it in his mouth as he jumped to the ground and ran out of the room.
“You’re welcome!” I called after him.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! The rotisserie chicken at Costco is a real wonder. So inexpensive and it’s fed us all week! My chicken salad contains all that’s listed in the diary and it’s really good. I don't know why everyone puts onion in it.
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