I wasn't popular in the home office because I wasn't chicken. I'm just a risk taker. I have gut instincts.
Being an old farm boy myself, chickens coming home to roost never did make me sad; they've always made me glad.
My grandmother did all the cooking at Christmas. We ate fattened chicken. We would feed it even more so it would be big and fat.
My father died when I was young and I was raised by my grandmother, Emma Klonjlaleh Brown. We could afford to eat chicken just once a year, on Christmas.
My grandmother raised me. She was a real no-nonsense but very funny lady. I drove tractors, made hay, milked cows, fed the chicken, fed the pigs.
I'm good at anything that's country - biscuits, gravy, chicken-fried steak. Look at me, for God's sake. I cook what I like to eat.
The first meal my husband ever made me was a chicken curry. I have never tasted anything so delicious in my life.
In Cuba you get a quarter of a chicken per month. They give you one bread per person a day. So, it makes your life really tough.
I used to eat a lot of fish, but I've been shying away from it because of the mercury thing. I eat more beef and chicken now.
A man does not automatically become a public figure because he happens to build an empire out of chicken fat.
I only eat fish - no chicken, no turkey, just fish. I get all my protein from fish and egg whites.
I eat fish and love bacon. Plus, I don't mind if soups are made with chicken or beef stock, I just don't like eating big pieces of meat.
I cook mostly vegetarian vegetable and bean stews. Quinoa salads. I make my mother-in-law's recipe for chicken and barley stew all the time.
I still go to a salon where a gal does my hair, and I don't know if it's because I'm a celebrity but by the time I leave there, we are eating chicken and talking and screaming.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Bryce Loski: Is that a rooster? Garrett: Nah, that looks like a chicken. Bryce Loski: How do you know? Garrett: It just does.
Ninny Threadgoode: That frying pan did more than fry chicken that night.
I've always said fashion is like roast chicken: You don't have to think about it to know it's delicious.
I try to eat a lot of baked foods, fish, chicken, potatoes, stuff like that. Grab me a Muscle Milk. That helps.
Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.
For people who think of chicken as the meat choice of those-who-don't-really-like-meat, brining a bird will be a revelation.
