This isn’t one of them though.
Remember yesterday, when I bought chicken legs for 39 cents a pound? Look what I didn’t buy for more than 12 times as much–
Which I have tried, because they are served at fairs and I, like anyone, am succeptible to the grease-hazed air at a fair that lulls you into thinking anything that is fried is good and anything good is fried.
It was not unlike a fried clam, but larger and chewier and with a much larger number of older gentlemen watching me with amusement.
Chicken legs for Cheepie, no regrets! Cheep cheep!