Having a few chickens running around my garden means I have thoughts about the life of each chicken that becomes KFC.
The horrible conditions, the clipped beaks, the eternal diet of a meal of dead cow offal and who knows what ... my chickens eat fresh grass, seeds, insects, bugs and prime beef mince while roaming free in the long grass and bushes.
But then, every now and then, maybe just once a year, I drive past that stripy store and check my wallet had enough money to pay those prices, and then I drive in and buy some of that crispy, greasy yum yum stuff.
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Do I have to say it? Finger lickin' good!
That smell ... that taste ... that grease !
Having a few chickens running around my garden means I have thoughts about the life of each chicken that becomes KFC.
The horrible conditions, the clipped beaks, the eternal diet of a meal of dead cow offal and who knows what ... my chickens eat fresh grass, seeds, insects, bugs and prime beef mince while roaming free in the long grass and bushes.
But then, every now and then, maybe just once a year, I drive past that stripy store and check my wallet had enough money to pay those prices, and then I drive in and buy some of that crispy, greasy yum yum stuff.
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