
Saturday night before I went to bed insanely early in preparation for my 4:40 am scheduled wake up, I reached into the fridge to pull out the multitude of leftover honey mustard chicken. I was going to cut up enough for the girls and I, so that it would be easy to heat up and plop into the thermos.
Imagine my surprise when I could only locate a small Tupperware container with one and a half chicken breasts in it. Coach shrugged when I demanded to know where the rest of the chicken was. The girls and I ate an early dinner on Friday, so I wasn't home when the boys ate and stored the leftovers.
Then it became clear to me, that the boys didn't so much 'eat' Friday night . . . they scarfed. They inhaled. They partook in a feeding frenzy that I'm not sorry I missed.
Folks, I had prepared 4 pounds of chicken. Laddie's big-ass appetite is away at college. How could they have polished off that much food in one sitting?
I insisted on remaining chill for this competition, so I remained calm - slightly grumpy and fearful of the future of my grocery bills, but calm. The girls and I would make due on less chicken. Coach, who was supposed to feed the boys the remaining (and now non-existent) honey mustard chicken Sunday night while I was away at the dancing shin-dig could fend for himself.
3 comments:
Wow!!! That's a lot of chicken! It must be really good too.
It is tasty - and gluten free! I hadn't made it in years and years and dug out the recipe a few months ago. I couldn't believe they could eat SO much! Usually Tank only eats that much if it is something unhealthy like pizza or cake.
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