The bird that saves a Tuesday

The grocery rotisserie chicken is not cooking and I do not care. It is a bird, hot, and a bag of something green, and suddenly the night has a center. The skin is hit or miss. The juice in the bottom of the tray is the real product.

People will tell you to make stock from the bones. Sure. Or eat it over the sink like an animal. Both are valid. Score is for the Tuesday, not for your identity as a cook.

Buy the one that looks like it has been under the lamp for minutes, not hours. That is the whole craft.