Just reheated some rotisserie chicken. Safely, I promise.
I wanted to surprise Mum & Dad with a yummy lunch.
Oh dear, Diz and I had to check it first...
Diz only got the scraps, not access to the full (half) chicken. And he does not usually get that, but I don't know if the 'rents will even want it. I'm clearing the freezer of items I know Mum would otherwise bin; I bought the whole chicken for 99p and put half in the freezer. Might as well take a punt when it's ready and smellin good.
The rest of the chicken is now in a location inaccessible to Diz, smelling yummy, sliced up, tempting my picky fingerers...
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