Someone's in the Kitchen

I may have OD'd on the cooking channel this weekend. Y'all know that my favorite meals are usually prepared in restaurant kitchens. I mean, after all, shouldn't we really leave cooking to the professionals?

At any rate, I found myself alone in my kitchen with a naked chicken. I offered it a glass of wine, but it seemed to prefer a concoction of prunes (yes, prunes) and french green olives that I threw together. Strange creatures, chickens. Pale and anemic-looking too.

Much more attractive with a tan.