Write about chicken nuggets.
Sweet and sour sauce
Nuggets at McDonalds, Wendy’s, Chik-fil-A, Sonic.
Happy meals where you had to eat at least three nuggets before you got to play with the toy. Or the time you watched that Jamie Oliver show and he demonstrated how most nuggets were made and it was disgusting and after seeing the gristle and fat and the tendons going into those things, the kids watching ate them all up anyway. Would I have eaten them all up anyway? I did love chicken nuggets. It was about the only thing I’d eat when we went out to eat growing up.
Never steak or pork or seafood.
I didn’t like onions or peppers or mushrooms or pickles or celery or cucumbers or sprouts.
I wouldn’t eat anything at chinese restaurants except white rice with soy sauce.
Pizza had to be cheese or pepperoni. Nothing more. And there could be nothing crunchy in potato salad or macaroni salad or any kind of salad for that matter.
I was a picky picky eater.
But i loved chicken nuggets.
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