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Chicken fever....


I am a foodie. I love to try new cuisines but that is limited to vegetarian fare. Yes, I like to stick to ghaas-phoos (grass-leaves...literally!), thank you. But what surprises me, are the choices my friends go in for while they order food. Be it anywhere... it will undoubtedly be chicken!


While at SCM, proper lunch was a leisure unlike just grabbing a bite of a few biscuits or vada pav. Canteen menu is limited too but chicken was always available. So for most people it would be a chicken pizza or a chicken grill sandwich. OK, considering it was the canteen and the food was nothing great but it had to be chicken. First thing they (my gang from SCM) order outside is something with chicken or something that will definetly have some portion of chicken. The first thing they look for in any spread, wherever that maybe, is of course chicken! My guy (mess food sucks!) whenever he gets a chance to eat in the city(hostel is located in the middle of nowhere), definitely eats chicken!

Being a veggie I cant tolerate eating the same vegetable everywhere but nothing can change for these chicken eaters. Trust me (no offence to chicken people here!) doesnt it all taste the same?

Sometime back a jain cousin (am half gujju...remember?) started eating chicken. Ok, this was completely out of curiosity because he had the similar chicken eating friends. He very proudly pronounced it "yummy!!" and very paneer(cottage cheese) like! I hate the comparison though.

Another girl i know, looks for the silly bird in everything she eats. I heard my sis telling her over the phone (eavesdropping is fun! " If you eat so much chicken... you might just grow wings!"


Sigh... ummm so you guys out there.... beware!
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