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Earlier today my wife and I had an email exchange about supper. I had initially asked her what she wanted, and she replied, "Ummm... chicken?" I needed to know how she wanted it, and before I knew it there was syncopation, so it got into a silly back and forth.

Wolf:
Whole and roasted? Fried in parts?
Soup with noodles? Stuffed with hearts?
Stewed and steamed? Sliced and creamed?
On a pizza? Topped with breem?
Microwaved or in the oven?
Cooked all bare or with a glove in?

Tell me, tell me how you'll eat it, how you'll see it, how you'll greet it.
Tell me, won't you, how you'll task it, on a plate or in a basket.
What's the chicken you desire?
Tell me soon before I tire.

TL:
Whole in oven would be good,
or fried with panko (not with wood).
With some noodles in a soup would make me give a wild whoop.
But one thing I must declare, chicken hearts are not served rare.
And while yon bream can be delish, I fear to eat for it's a fish.

So here and now I tell to you, let's have some soup and roast to chew.

Wolf:
Shall I serve it with potato? Or some vinaigrette tomato?
Will we finish with gelayto while the children play with play-doh?
I think we need some veggies too, to make my wifey feel less blue.
I will make some french fried carrot, ones the kids won't feed the parrot.
Or I can steam some healthy peas and sauce them lightly with some cheese.
Or fry some green beans -- in a pan -- that never once lived in a can.
I cannot, though, make up the challah, so pick some up from Walla Walla.

TL:
Rosenfeld's where challah be, a stylish schlep it is for me.
Carrots good and taters too, and beans are green and cure my blues.

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We did not actually have chicken for supper, but that's a story for another post.