I always get asked this question, "so who does the food preparation?". Answer is my lovely husband. I kid you not, E actually likes to cut up ("dissect") whole chickens from the supermarket and separate them nicely into their parts - ribcage, drumsticks, wings, breast meat. Hmm. Work-related syndrome? He does this every fortnight, when we buy a chicken to store.
So yesterday, E bought a chicken from the halal section but discovered mid-way through his "dissection" that 'the heart is still in there', 'the gallbladder is also not removed and is very large', 'lungs are not removed completely'. Methinks, it's good that E is the one doing all this stuff and not me then.
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