Over the past three weeks I’ve eaten three rotisserie chickens. They’ve been on sale at Fresh Thyme for $4.99. I’ve picked them up after tennis and they’ve been an easy, relatively cheap meal – cut off some meat, sauté some vegetables, dinner is served.
There comes a time, however, when you’ve had enough. That time came this week. Enough of the rotisserie chicken. Tennis is over anyway (for now) and I won’t be by Fresh Thyme all summer.
I bring my lunch to work and as I came to the last work day I had no leftovers to bring, and no energy to be creative enough to slap lunch together. When I hit “bottom,” I resort to my Palomino card. It’s actually a Restaurants Unlimited card, where you collect points. But the only restaurant covered by the card in my area is Palomino.
I randomly applied for this free card a few years ago during a happy hour with a friend. Then one of my committees had a celebratory dinner there not long afterward, and I collected about 300 points. Which translated into mucho dollars on my card.
Today I called Palomino and ordered a half rotisserie chicken panini, a half chop-chop salad, and it comes with their garlic fries. I know…rotisserie chicken! But it was the best-sounding sandwich they had. I walked the 15 minutes to pick it up, and in my mind I thought, “You should open the bag and check to make sure you have the correct meal.” What did I do? I picked up the bag, glanced at the receipt stapled to the bag (rotisserie chick) and walked 15 minutes back to the office.
When I opened the bag at my desk, it was the wrong meal. Instead of getting a half rotisserie chicken panini, I had A HALF ROTISSERIE CHICKEN. Blast! And instead of the bill being $15 plus tax for the half and half and fries, it was $30 for the chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans, plus $10 for the half chop-chop salad. Sigh. I know, I didn’t “pay” for the meal, but I essentially used up two meals for that one. (I am a frugal gal at heart!)
Maybe the rotisserie chickens are haunting me since I ate so many of their kind? Maybe I should listen to the little voice in my head more often. Open the carry-out bag, people. Open the bag.
I did have a delicious and essentially free lunch. I am thankful for that. And when I eat the rest of the blasted chicken for dinner tonight, I hope that really will be the last of the rotisserie chicken.