Chicken is basically the Switzerland of food, right? Like, it's pretty neutral in flavor which means it's great on salad, battered and fried, sliced on a sandwich, or served with a heaping side of
deathwish pasta. I mean, even vegetarians are all, "chickens aren't cute, so yeah, you can totally eat them." But in the end, much like the Swiss (I dunno, you guys, I'm just saying stuff), I like my chicken served simply, which is why I just had to share this rotisserie chicken that Kyle's dad made for us this weekend:
If this chicken actually were Swiss, and it was representing "Deliciousness" at the Olympics, it'd walk away with the gold medal. And even if this chicken actually DID get up and walk away, McKayla still wouldn't be impressed.