Why not collect and clean chicken wishbones in the run-up to Christmas, spray them silver and use each to pinch together a white hem-stitch napkin?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.
If you know somethin' well, you can always paint it but people would be better off buyin' chickens.
For holidays, I like doing special cheery touches around the table, like color-coordinating the plates and napkins to fit the theme.
The only thing I wish I had kept were all the peace beads, because in the 1960s people made these and hung them at protests and it was a wonderful thing.
If you think about a Thanksgiving dinner, it's really like making a large chicken.
If people knew how KFC treats its chickens, they'd never eat another drumstick.
My mother is the sort of woman who not only can raise a chicken and roast it to moist perfection but, as she proved to my openmouthed sister and me on a family holiday to Morocco when we were very young, can barter for one in a market, kill it, pluck it, and then cook it to perfection.
Don't touch my napkin. I do not want the server to pick up the napkin and put it on my lap. I know it belongs there; maybe I don't choose to put it there.
We served Twinkies and Sno Balls at our wedding. We put them on silver trays so they looked elegant - but they were the real deal!
We used tea towels for gloves until we got proper ones and were always breaking our mum's ornaments. She'd come home and find us all sat in our boxer shorts, out of breath and our skin red raw. She hated it.