I think I'm going to make Chinese food tonight. Well, no, not really, because the chicken I have is American. And the rice might be too.
So I guess I'm going to try to make American food immitate Chinese food.
Chickens haven't got any rights at all. I have no idea why my brain jumped over here, unless it was some super quick thought about dressing up dead chicken as something else on Halloween...how do I know the chicken would've wanted to celebrate Halloween? How do I know what the chicken's religious beliefs were during its feathery little life? Maybe the chicken was allergic to soy sauce, maybe it was diabetic or...or...
Maybe the chicken didn't like Chinese food and would feel really insulted if I tried to serve him as such.
If that's the kind of chicken I have in my freezer, maybe I don't want to eat it after all, not with all those chicken issues it had when it was alive.
Oh, dang, I should probably get that out of the freezer if I'm going to make dinner with it.