Oh, how I would like to see the Hallmark movie about Christmas and stuff where everyone dies in a barn fire.
Ahhhhhhh. The humanity! The burning flesh smells so good, regardless of the animal it belongs to! I like the crispy skin. Don’t poke, it lets the juices out.
Oh, the conflict! Burn salve or barbecue sauce? That is the question. Whether it’s nobler in the mind to eat thy neighbor and in doing so delete their Ring doorbell video, or to live a life not knowing the succulent taste of thy neighbor’s flesh, and maybe seem the hero for rescuing them from the fire you started. Hickory and apple wood, with a dry Chianti.
Just saying. Not planning ahead.
The conflict is real. The flavor is delicious. Racism aside, are people mostly white meat, like a Cornish hen, or dark meat, like a duck?
Remember Dark Wing Duck? That was a cool series.
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 