I had gone to Costco, and bought a whole cooked chicken for dinner one evening. After dinner, I had pulled the rest of the chicken off the bone, because I thought I would make some quesadilla’s for dinner later that week.

  So now it’s latter in the week, and I am in the kitchen making the quesadilla’s.  I had everything on the counter, and I had just made a couple of quesadilla’s I went to tell my husband that his dinner was ready, now mind you, I only went maybe twenty feet, to open the door to the garage, to let him know to come in for dinner.  My husband went out back to get something really quick, before he came in, and when he came in the kitchen he had a zip lock bag in his had (or what was left of it), and asked me what she (Abby) got, at first I said I did not know, then all of a sudden I looked at the counter, and saw that, the bag of Chicken was gone.  In the very short time I went to the door to tell my husband, Abby got the bag of Chicken off the counter, and beat cheeks out side, and had it eaten before I could make any more quesadilla’s for dinner.  Thank goodness, I had made sure there were no bones in the chicken meat. I had some left over hamburger meat, so I was able to make more quesadilla’s; they’re just not the same as chicken.   Continued