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A pointless conversation

Well, if you must know, it was my turn/Shana's turn to cook tonight. We always do Mondays and Thursdays every week.. dinner, that is. With both parents busy with work etc and us, supposedly being all grown up and independent now..

ANYWAY, the recipe tonight was Potato Jackets.

It was my third attempt at cooking. Well, I don't do much of the work, obviously. I have lots of assistance from my multi-talented sister! :D

She chose the recipe this time. So I had to do the grocery shopping. I always do, anyway.

I went to the supermarket after class today, with Jason, of course.. to source out the different ingredients on my shopping list.

One of which was chicken breast meat. I'm not a very experienced supermarket shopper so I'm basically clueless and pretty much hopeless when it comes to choosing good cuts of meat or anything associated with meat, really. Thank God, Jason was there to help me yet again.

So I finally chose to buy a decent size chicken breast meat thingie from the butchery section. While waiting for the guy to get the meat out for weighing purposes.. I asked Jason the stupidest thing anyone could ever ask.

Me: Does chicken breast have bones in it?
Jason: Do your breasts have bones in them?
Me: Uh, no.
Jason: Exactly. So why should a chicken be any different?

I burst out laughing. HAHA!

I think it's hilarious how I can be so dumb at times.

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