Found this in my fried chicken. It was in the breαst.

crack, and how long it takes before you can look at your next plate of chicken without feeling that same, lingering hesitation.

In the end, this experience was a humbling lesson in the disconnect between our food and its source. We demand perfection and uniformity, but nature is messy, and the systems we rely on are not infallible. While I can laugh continue reading …