We all see ourselves as being a certain way. I remember back in college some students already saw themselves as being wealthy. These students had nicer toys and wore more expensive and/or wore more trendy clothes. They hadn’t worked a day in their lives yet but they were driving a nicer car than my dad drove.

There it was lying on my plate in front of me, a dead chicken. That was when the idea struck me, a method to easily solve the whole bird flu ‘get-ready-because-it’s-coming-for-sure’ pandemic. Well, partially anyway. I lifted my fork for another bite of the perfectly cooked, savory fowl. Delicious.