screw forks

Rotisserie chicken turns me into a wild, disgusting animal.

Now, I am not the fanciest person you know when it comes to eating. I like a dinner party as much as the next person, and I’m the one to ask about the newest/best/tastiest restaurant (go ahead, ask me) because I’m pretty obsessed with eating all the things. But at home, I’m happy to eat food out of the pan I made it in, standing over the island in my kitchen rather than sitting down with proper utensils and a napkin. Don’t get me wrong, I have manners and I know how to use them, I just feel like they’re wasted when I’m on my own. Certain foods really bring out the animal in me, and one of them is rotisserie chicken. You know, those pre-made ones you can buy at the grocery store – those delicious, fall off the bone, of dubious origin chickens that are about $8.99 each and absolutely not as healthy as you like to think they are? For whatever reason, when I buy one of those, it’s like I turn into a ravenous animal with no regard for civility. I tear into that bird with my hands, my teeth, ripping gristle and chewing fat. I’m not a squeamish person about the realities of eating meat, and in fact, I prefer the gnarly bits (I’m the one that will eat the tongue, eyes, that thing that looks like a gizzard but is it really oops I already ate it, oh well).

I just get a sense of satisfaction by ripping the poor bird’s leg off and biting into it, getting my hands greasy; the immediate satisfaction that just doesn’t translate when the chicken is delivered to your mouth at the end of a fork. And I think that’s ok – it’s good for us to, sometimes, indulge our more animalistic nature in a world that is constantly suppressing it. See how good I am at justifying my hideous behaviour? Well, I know I’m not the only one. What’s the meal that encourages you to, for a moment, let go of your humanity and indulge your no-napkins-required animalistic nature? Leave it in the comments!


  • Reply June 19, 2014

    Kristy Borden

    My most recent finger licking good “moment” of going sans utencils was with my mom’s homemade cinnamon rolls, warm out of the oven and freshly iced with cream cheese frosting. Soooo yummy!

  • Reply June 19, 2014

    Ashleigh VanHouten

    Ugh, thanks Kristy, now I’m going to be fantasizing about cinnamon rolls all day!! Can you send me some??? :)

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