Chicken Butts

There are some memories that bring a sense of humourous contentment with the way things are. My memory of chicken butts is one of those. One day it was just sean and i at home for dinner time. Or maybe it was lunch. It was dinner and it was early. Around 6 maybe, because we were hungry we asked for dinner, and we got called when it was ready. Well to my and seans dismay the only dish to greet us at the dinner table was literally an oval corelle plate with about a dozen chicken butts sat in what looked like a centimeter of yellow coloured oil. That and bowls of rice. Sean and I were dumbfounded and just laughed it off and refused our moms dish (she also loved chicken necks. Meanwhile our cook never ate the bird… we didnt eat and I cant recall what we ended up doing that night for food.