Why I purchased it at Kroger I can’t remember. Maybe it’s because I hadn’t had fried chicken in a long time—maybe even years. It was a big frozen dinner too. One pound of food.
Hungry-Man. Even the name sounds like a cheap teevee dinner.
How was it? How do I put this nicely? All of it, every single thing in that tray tasted like shit. OK, let me break it down better than that.
The mashed potatoes had no taste, the corn tasted like warm water and the brownie didn’t taste like a brownie.
Let me get to the chicken. There were four pieces of chicken in that tray and maybe one piece was a chicken wing, but the rest of the parts I couldn’t identify. I don’t eat chicken parts if I don’t know what they are. I ate the wing (almost all bones) and put the other parts in a container to eat later. Of course I won’t eat them at all. I’ll throw them out in a few days.
Hungry-Man. Yeah, right. Even if I had a dog, I bet that dog wouldn’t have eaten that stuff. So, so bad.
Next time I feel like having fried chicken, I’ll go to a restaurant.
(Image from freezerburns.com)