I'm putting this pretty picture here of my ginger blossoms, even though I had to use flash, because the story that follows it is not as nice. I bought a chicken, who I'm pretty sure died this morning. I asked for leg and thigh pieces and she proceeded to grab a whole chicken(plucked clean already) and pulled the legs and thighs off with her hands. I never knew it could be so easy to chop a chicken up and will try it when I get home. But that's not the gross part. After she weighed the chicken and told me how much, (I think it was $3.00 for 6 pounds) she took my money, her hands dripping with chicken juices, made the change and brought it back to me. After I gingerly placed the chicken money in my pocket, she moved on to the next person and hacked up their chicken for them...it's sitting in my fridge now all washed clean and marinating in garlic and some weird herb Ruth told me to try...the food police would not be happy.
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