Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Chicken Fat

When I was in high school, we had a really silly exercise record (a real, actual record--you know, a big black disk that was played with a needle?) for PE class. It included the lyrics (if you can call them that) "Go, you chicken fat, go away! Go, you chicken fat, go!" That came to mind today when...
Wednesdays are kind of "crowded" for me, since the evening choir practice means I have to scramble toward the end of the day to finish things up. And today it is my turn to contribute something for the shared snack, so that means a little extra investment of time. I got the snack (a veggie tray) and grabbed a plastic bag from our usual spot, when suddenly, splat went all over my habit. Chicken grease from Sr. M. Thecla's latest batch of soup. Oh, yuk! Somehow, someone recycled the bag that she had carefully spooned the fat into. So laundry was quickly added to my things to do list. And only when I pulled the habit out, did I see that...the hem was gone, too. So I guess a little chicken fat at the right time is a good thing.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sister, only you can turn chicken fat into lemonade.

Maureen said...

Oh, Sister. We had that same disc at Sacred Heart Academy in Hamden, CT where I was in the Class of '75. Haven't thought about that in years.

My dad, who was a enthusiastic eater as a kid, once took a spoonful of chicken fat from a bowl in the icebox thinking that it was crushed pineapple!

Laundry and mending and snacks and choir... you did have a full day!