Paying Homage to Chicken

If you know me well enough, you know that I am in love with the following:

1. Gelatis
2. Crafting
3. Cherry Coke
4. FRIED CHICKEN

Now guess what I am paying homage to today? Yes, you are correct. Fried Chicken.

My mother makes wonderful fried chicken. She breads it, and it's just yummilicious. But, I'm a weird kid. I love fried chicken skin, but the meat doesn't attract me much. When cooked like this, I can probably eat about 4 chicken wings and pathetically get full. (I probably just get bored of eating the chicken wings, but whatever. Being full is close enough.)

But then one day, I was introduced to a place called Sinbad's. If any of you readers know this place, then yes. They have the best chicken wings ever. But unfortunately, I cannot go to Sinbad's everyday. *Sadface*

But, my mom still makes the best chicken wings ever. And my mom is also the best at discovering awesome stuff at the grocery store. 

Moore's Buffalo Wing Sauce. Truth be told, I didn't even know the name of this hot sauce until I took these pictures. I just called it "that good hot sauce" when ever my mom makes chicken wings. 

Anyway, before Moore's, I would eat 4 chicken wings whenever my mom made them. Now, I think my record is 17. Wow, I'm a fatty. 

I'd also like to take a moment and pay homage to all the chickens (and possibly their clones) who have sacrificed their lives to be apart of my meal tonight and all the nights before that. 

Dear Chickens,

I am so thankful for your existence. While you guys are kind of creepy and my earliest memory of you is one of your brotheren's head falling off (true story), you guys still taste really good. No, that's not meant to be flirtatious. I mean that you guys taste really good fried. And with hot sauce. Ooh. I love that hot sauce. 

Anyway, it takes bravery to be raised knowing that you would end up in someone's belly one day. But don't worry, there is no place better than MY belly. And if any of you are still alive, don't worry, I'll be in my belly one day soon. Don't you worry about that!

Although you guys are really tasty, I'm sorry that you guys are treated like crap when you are alive. It must suck being packed up into small trucks, being fed poop and hormones, and having your heads chopped off. I'm also sorry to say that this doesn't change anything. I still love Fried Chicken. 

Whatever. I made you guys a present. This represents my love for your food species. Enjoy!

In case you can't tell, that's a heart. With chickens.

Yes, I know, I'm insane. Stop judging me.