Hubby is cooking his own meals right now and ordered a chicken sandwich last evening. Most of the chicken breast was too tough to even bite into. Finally, he gave it to the garbage disposal and then had to dig it back out because the disposal could not "chew" iteither. I have to wonder where Arby's get's it chicken - or if it really is chicken. (This is why he wants me totally well. As bad as my cooking has become in my old age, at least it can be chewed.)
Vee, now that was one tough bird.
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