Monday Gripe

I've had it with these pre-packaged Perdue chicken breasts that look like they came from some sort of Arnold Schwarzenegger devil-bird. They're enormous. I can't believe chickens come this way without unseemly avian steroid-pumping down on the farm. They're weird; they're not natural. They take forever to cook, they don't fit in the skillet neatly, and when you get right down to it, they don't really taste all that good. How can I be expected to cook with these things?

If you had dinner at my house last night you know what all the fuss is about.
K-