"Chicken salad sandwiches."
Now, one of the reasons I like it so much is that it's delicious. Plain and simple. A potent mixture of canned chicken, celery, pecans, grapes and apples on toasted bread that will charm and delight. Other people choose to add other ingredients, but I think I hit my "chopping up stuff into little pieces limit" with four. I only have so much time to spare.
Besides the dangerous act of using a cutting knife (shit's sharp, yo!) another reason is that it's simple to make. Well, relatively simple. I've recently put myself into a routine of making a huge ton of some kind of food at the beginning of the week -- it saves time, effort and the stress of finding something to feed yourself from day to day. Believe me, it's the ultimate in pre-planned laziness and zero desire to step outside of my consumption boundaries. No joke, when we're not on the road and at home, I've been eating this junk for at least a month and a half straight.
I dub my creation, "Chicken Goo."
"Goo" because, well, it's of a goo nature, and nothing weirds people out like mentioning you ate a "goo" for dinner the night before. I usually like to complete the meal with a side of Colby cheese and Triscuits, but that's neither here nor there.
Really looks like puke, am I right? Unfortunately, that's all I've got to say on that. A bucket of goo. Resembling a bucket of vomit. Which I love to eat.
MY GOD IT'S BEEN A SLOW WEEK.