Last month, we headed the Berkshires to spend a long (and amazing) weekend with good friends. We headed out of town on Friday evening, stopping at Russo's in Watertown (the most amazing food store ever) to load up on car-friendly dinner foods. In our family, "car-friendly dinner foods" would include, among other things, an entire rotisserie chicken. Those of you who know Don will understand why this is the case. (The "car-friendly" category also includes brie and baguette, but that's another conversation.)
We made short work of the chicken, and before finishing it off, Don asked whether anyone wanted some of the remaining dark meat. My suggestion that Claire might like some dark meat was met with her prompt clarification that she, in fact, detests dark meat and only likes the breast.
Margot, always the peacemaker, amiably followed up by saying, "Well, I like dark meat. I like all parts of the chicken: chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken bras, chicken fingers . . . "
