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November 12, 2009

Died chicken.

Tonight Art, Lewis, my friend Lena and I went to Bubbe's for Chicken Rice!  Art's old favorite, chicken and green pepper stir fry.  While Art was snarfing helping after helping he asked, "Is this chicken died?" (meaning dead).  I told him that yes, it was.  "Why is it died?"  I liked Bubbe's answer.  "Because it wouldn't stay on your plate if it wasn't!"

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