The Funky Chicken

The other night, our dear friend Tynan (and husband to The Goddess Elena) was expounding on the history of the microwave. I have no idea why. After he’s had a beer or two, Tynan tends to expound on things. Unfortunately, San Geraldo (and most of the local population) has a difficult time understanding that Chesterfield accent — even when Tynan hasn’t had a beer or two.

“I remember our first microwave in the late ’70s,” Tynan said. “The adverts actually claimed that you can roast a chicken in the cooker.”

San Geraldo: “There’s a band called ‘Chicken in the Fucker’?!?”

Either way, that would be one funky chicken…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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