Ever wonder what happened to that band-aid you went into the shower with? I gave it a firm tug to see if it was ready to come off and be changed out, . . . but it stayed put. Oh well, get in the shower. I had spent about an hour-and-a-half of the previous day preparing 30 French-cut chicken drumsticks and boneless/skinless thighs from quarters; separate it … Continue reading Uh, . . . hey babe, . . . ‘ave you seen my band-aid?