What's a naked chicken sandwich? My husband usually brings me lunch. I know I'm spoiled and I love it. I'm not crazy about breaded chicken on a bun. So I usually tell him I want a naked chicken sandwich.
Last week we were helping Dan's sister and her husband move from their home in Brusett, MT to Billings, MT. One of the things that made the trip was a plucked plastic chicken. It was about the size of my fist. I remember seeing it laying on the kitchen table.
This morning Dan asked me what I wanted to eat and I wanted some Hardy's chicken strips. I had forgotten my phone this morning. So when he came to bring me lunch he asked if I wanted him to swing by the house and get my phone for me. I told him no I didn't think I needed it.
At lunch time I went out to meet him. Our neighbor Ted was with him. We talked for a few minutes and I took the bag with my lunch in it. I sat down in the teacher's lounge. Opened up the paper bag. There was a wrapped sandwich in the little paper deli tray - hoagie bun, lettuce, sandwich filling. What was the secret ingredient? Yes you guessed it the plastic chicken.
I turned around and used the lounge phone. He was sitting outside waiting for my call. He and Ted go for coffee at a little diner most mornings. One of the cooks made the sandwich especially for me. I gave Dan the sandwich and he gave me the chicken strips I had requested.
Ted took the bag with the sandwich home and told Carol that he'd brought her lunch. She fell for it too. And that my friends is the tale of the naked chicken sandwich.
