Tumbled Chicken Novels & Stories

“One time, I made this chicken tortilla casserole thing I saw on one and it was so bad. So bad. Even my dad, who will eat pretty much anything, couldn’t eat it. It was awful. But this chicken is fantastic. You’ll like it.” I watch her as she carefully measures and mixes white wine, whole grain mustard, spices, and lemon juice into a bowl. She coats the chicken tenderloins in the wine and mustard mixture before coating them in panko. Once they’re in the oven, she prepares some rice and steams some broccoli florets. When everything is done, my mouth is watering in anticipation. I take a bite of the chicken and my taste buds explode. The chicken is juicy, the outside is crispy, and just as amaz

That earned a round of laughter from everyone except him. "No, seriously. I'm not joking," he muttered, heading to the sink to wash his hands. After drying his hands, Damien opened the fridge and dragged out the massive chicken—a behemoth of a bird that barely fit on the counter. It hit the surface with a solid THUD. "Is that thing a fucking Godzilla chicken? Where did Erwin even buy this?" I muttered under my breath. Damien frowned. "What?" I waved it off. "Never mind. Now, you have to remove the neck and giblets."