The Snowflake Chronicles

Eating Tyrannosaurus Rex

I’ve eaten chicken for years, both my grandmas fixed chicken for us at least once a week when we visited them, usually on Sunday. Now I find out that instead of chicken I’ve been eating a dinosaur, specifically a Tyrannosaurs Rex, the tyrant king. Now I must admit that when I watched the Flintstones I always wanted to eat dinosaur, but I didn’t think that it tasted like chicken, but now I find out that it does.

It’s a bit disappointing to find out that the King of Lizards taste like chicken. I always imagined it had a wild exotic taste. It’s not that I don’t like chicken, I love fried chicken (or is that fried T. Rex now), I also like wild exotic tasting meat or vegetables or both. Just think, when I was growing up and watching my grandfather kill a chicken, he was really killing a Tyrannosaurs Rex.

My grandfather could grab a chicken, sorry a T. Rex, by the neck and snap its head off. I on the other hand was never that talented. I had to use a hatchet (a small axe) to take the head of the dinosaur. No body watched me decapitate the creature. Actually every one was afraid to watch me, my method made them extremely nervous. Fortunately, I never took a foot off or hurt myself in any way.

Does this new scientific discovery mean that the Colonel is going to change the name of his establishment to Kentucky Fried Tyrannosaurus Rex or KFTR (that sounds like the call letters of a radio or T.V. station). Anyway, I have a package of Tyrannosaurus Rex (chicken) legs and thighs in the refrigerator, so I guess I’ll go fix a couple in the microwave.

See Yesterday's T. Rex is today's chicken http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20070413/tc_usatoday/yesterdaystrexistodayschic...