Only
the Lonely
Dieter Jenny stared into
space while smacking on her oven roasted chicken breast.
Money was tight and chicken had been on sale at
the market, so she was stuck with another week's worth
of bird. Bland bird.
She was still hedging
her chicken issue when co-worker Tony meandered up with
a Styrofoam container filled with what Jenny imagined
as a tasty lunch, for it smelled heavenly. Sinful
and heavenly - if that were possible.
After Tony chatted a
bit, he turned to leave and in the process, his packets
of Parmesan cheese and dried peppers flew out of his
hand and onto Jenny's bland chicken.
He apologized, then sauntered
away, but after Jenny took another bite of her bland
bird, she wasn't sorry for Tony's clumsiness at all
- for her chicken had sprouted wings of flavor.
FOODNOTE: Bland meat
is lonely meat until it meets a little Diet Spice!
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