Growing up, true to the cliche, you'd find my sister, my twin brother, and me whining "chicken again?" as soon as my mom walked in the door after work and unpacked her two pounds of shrink-wrapped breasts from the Grand Union bag. Dinner: A Love Story
"Chicken-Again?" Wraps
"Chicken-Again?" Wraps
"Chicken-Again?" Wraps
Growing up, true to the cliche, you'd find my sister, my twin brother, and me whining "chicken again?" as soon as my mom walked in the door after work and unpacked her two pounds of shrink-wrapped breasts from the Grand Union bag. Dinner: A Love Story