When we went out to eat in high school (whether for lunch or dinner - and whether with friends or family) I always, always, ALWAYS ordered grilled chicken. My friends teased me and told me that I would undoubtedly hate grilled chicken when I was older since I was eating so much of it when I was young.
Fast forward several years. It's the first night that I hung out with Dennis and his friends and we're in a cab on the way home. Katie asked me what I like to eat. That's a normal just-getting-to-know-you question, so I answered in a normal-just-getting-to-know-you way. I told her, "chicken for breakfast, chicken for lunch, and chicken for dinner." We both laughed and she soon found out that I wasn't joking.
As you can tell, I have a very special place in my heart for grilled chicken. And, up until several days ago, I have never turned it down. But, for some reason, the KFC grilled chicken makes me turn up my nose. It might be a fleeting feeling, but I have no desire to try to much-hyped meal. And, I hope you are sitting down right now because what I am about to say will surprise you... if given the choice, I would choose KFC's fried chicken (gasp!) over their grilled chicken right now.
Speaking of "fried", here is what will hopefully be my last belly shot. This is Connor and me at 39+ wks.