Monday, February 4, 2013

chicken knockers

farm girl, chicken

i don't know about you, but if i say a particular word one too many times, i can get to the point where i want to bury it.  i just cannot continue to say it over and over.  and over.

breast started to feel like such a word.  breast this.  breast that.  breast breast breast.

breast mri.  breast compression.  breast exam.  breast biopsy.
breast surgeon. and my personal favorite, breast cancer.

blah blah blah.

i couldn't keep doing it. it was wearing me down. 

but life goes on.

if you're like me, you might find yourself cooking chicken with some regularity.  

but you try and mix it up.

chicken breast.  

fried chicken breast.  grilled chicken breast.  sautéed chicken breast.  

broiled chicken breast.

blah blah blah.

no. more. breasts.

one afternoon our youngest daughter breezed through the kitchen.

what are we having for supper?  is what she wanted to know.

chicken knockers.  is what i answered.

chicken knockers?  is what she asked.

i said that's right.  chicken knockers.

she said what are chicken knockers?

i had to use that word again.  chicken knockers are chicken breasts.

she said you never called them knockers before.  

i said i know.  but now i am.  

my other daughter asked the same, calling down from upstairs.  what are we having for supper?

ella called up - chicken knockers!

works for me.

so OMG.

xx katy

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