A good friend of ours, Maryann, is a hoot when she's had a few glasses of her homemade wine - or any wine for that matter. She comes up with interesting rhetorical/philosophical questions you wouldn't normally think of.
Like the phrase "raining cats and dogs". Has anyone ever seen it rain cats or dogs? Much less both.
But while working on my first smoked chicken I was reminded of another of her questions that always seems to come up when we're all pretty schnockered: How can it be a breast if it doesn't have a nipple?
Any thoughts?
Like the phrase "raining cats and dogs". Has anyone ever seen it rain cats or dogs? Much less both.
But while working on my first smoked chicken I was reminded of another of her questions that always seems to come up when we're all pretty schnockered: How can it be a breast if it doesn't have a nipple?
Any thoughts?