I was overly hungry this particular afternoon. The busy day offering little opportunity for normal meal times. My blood sugar level must have been low because not only was I dreaming of something hot and steamy but also quick and juicy. The vision of a popular food chain that specializes in cooking chicken to perfection immediately popped into my brain.
Having previously eaten at this restaurant, I knew that there was one item on the menu which stood out as dreamily delicious. My decision was made. I headed to lunch with my mouth watering anticipating the delicacy. Ordering the item only increased the flow of my oral saliva. I sat at the table and slowly unwrapped the warm, doughy, flaky, moist biscuit. As the aroma whiffed through my pulsing nostrils, there was only one move left to perform to make this the most delicious “little bite of heaven” ever.
A small squeeze of warm honey melting down onto the flaky, moist biscuit would make this moment complete. To my dismay, I discovered that there is “no honey” in my honey. When did this happen? When was honey replaced with “honey sauce?” Obviously, I will be looking for a new “chickin lickin” restaurant.