Me: “We’re just having leftovers or whatever for dinner tonight. There’s chicken from last night in there.”
Narc: “The chicken from last night.”
Narc: “Where’d you get that chicken?”
Me: “Stater Bros.”
Narc: “What kind was it? It was really rubbery. I could barely pull it apart.”
Me: “It was fresh organic, thin cut chicken. ”
Narc: “Oh, I must have just got a bad piece.”
It was Chicken Marsala. Something that I’d only cooked twice. I usually get a big bag of frozen chicken to have on hand but I had bought fresh chicken because it was a dish I don’t normally cook. There was nothing rubbery about it.