As usual once a month Scott and ST, the owners, are nice enough to buy lunch for the shop. But this time since we have our new service writer, Teresa, the guys were offered some help with the cooking. Of course, they didn’t ask me because all I can do is toast a pop tart and even then the side might be a little burnt.
Anyways they had been planning this chicken homemade lunch for the past week and finally the day arrived. Tuesday, when Teresa was grabbing the chicken out the refrigerator she got chicken blood all over her arm. See, if that were me I would have puked. So clearly they asked the right person to make lunch. But poor thing came in so tired on Wednesday from baking and preparing the chicken that she had to cancel her evening hair appointment, which she had really been looking forward to.
But oh my gosh, I thought I was in love with Popeye’s chicken, but it doesn’t even come close to Teresa’s homemade chicken. She even went as far as making homemade yeast rolls and Cole slaw. Talk about food coma, I’m so ready for a nap.