When I said last weekend would be the only weekend I'd have nothing to do, I was wrong. I forgot that last weekend they had a festival in the town my grandparents live in, the same town that was
hit by a tornado earlier this year.
I only went there for the sole reason I always go there: The southern-style Chicken BBQ. They give you BBQ chicken grilled on a long fire pit, throw in a full ear of corn, biscuits, cookies, fresh lemonade, slaw. This year they gave me a half a chicken. I'm not kidding, it looked like they cut a chicken in half and cooked it. I could still see the shape of the chicken, and the leg and arm still attached. (and on that day, Doug became a vegan... okay maybe not)
And then when I was ripping into the leg of the chicken, a hole opened up and a little bit of red fluid (blood?) came out (and then doug became a veg....shut up!). That red fluid that's in the bottom of the styrofoam tray when you buy meat at the supermarket. And some parts of the leg seemed red and undercooked. So I cut that part of the bird off and ate the "body" of the chicken that was all sufficiently cooked, and all white meat (I prefer dark meat though). Great stuff.