Yes, it’s slow. Yes, it’s a Saturday night. Yes, I’m just sitting here, trying to find something interesting to watch on TV. And so I decided to try to make myself a bit more useful. Or, as the case may be, a bit less useless.
So it was off to Google, and I found a blurb that combines, sort of, my current job and my first job.
The Ravens have an official chicken sponsor, and it’s KFC. Back when KFC went not by an acronym but by the full name with the now-stigmatized five-letter “F” word, I was of the “certified cooks” in the new commercial, breading the chicken parts by hand and then trying (usually unsuccessfully) not to splash 360-degree grease (management preferred “shortening”) onto those same chicken-breading hands when dropping the Extra Crispy pieces into the fryer. (For some reason, the new commercial doesn’t show that part of the job.)
Since the chicken showed up in large boxes twice per week already feathered, skinned, and butchered, I never gave any thought to the manner in which the birds died. The folks at PETA have, and they don’t like the way KFC kills its FC. Thus, the folks at PETA have asked Ravens owner Steve Bisciotti to scuttle the sponsorship.
The letter from PETA plays the Catholic guilt card, literally, while also invoking the likes of Paul McCartney and Pamela Anderson. The Baltimore Sun has the full text.
Now, excuse me while I have a full-blown flashback of the hours spent digging through raw chicken (two birds per bag), finding the four thigh/back pieces, removing the excess fat, twisting off the tail, and manually cracking the bones loose so that the thigh/back pieces would fully cook -- which in turn prevents the potentially awkward outcome of a customer being sprayed with blood from the kidneys while eating.
At least it will be less boring than what’s currently on TV.
