tastes like chicken!
Yeah, right. The snake oil salesman stands there with something disgusting in a spoon and promises that it “tastes like chicken.”
That’s what someone told me when the frog legs were served. They weighed in at Little Lottas thunder thigh price, cheesecake-fed to fatten for the kill.
Never mind all those snakes and reptiles that hit the steamy boiling water, my six-year-old grandson’s final word about chicken is that he doesn’t like it, “‘cept when it comes out of a turkey.”…thewritehag.com
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Sue Langenberg’s “Hot Flashes” column was born at weekly publication Freeport iNK, (now defunct) in Northern Illinois. It followed her B.A. from Northern Illinois University, class of ’98. It was the year that they let hags out! The iNK column began at her keyboard whenever she had some imaginary bone to pick about life or a typing tantrum to feel better. Along the way, the paper also published her theatre/cultural submissions and various other assignments.