Just a short post to clear something up. I have NO problem saying Chicken Breasts. In the store when I am asking for some I quite often use that term so the poor butchers know what I am talking about. But I got into the habit when I was quite young and growing up in my parent’s weird house of saying, Chicken chests. My mother said it, “was out of respect for the dead chicken”. But I know she didn’t give a hoot one way or another whether a chicken, a animal, needed any respect at all… especially when you were going to devour it soon later. When I met my husband and he learned our new term he added a more old fashion word, bosom. So now we had Chicken chests and chicken bosoms. If that wasn’t enough for a “respectful” chicken… our british neighbor went into Albertsons asking for some, “Chicken Boobs or whatever those breast’s are called”. Man how I would have loved to have heard that one!
So anyway. Now you know another quirk of our family. 🙂
Did I have you laughing?