the sloppy copy

I made chicken nuggets. They weren’t terrible. I texted Brother a picture. It looked something like this:

And then he texted me back. It went something like this:

JULIE: Homemade chicken nuggets!
BROTHER: Mechanically separated chicken
J: I bought a machine.
B: A sieve
J: Gotta make sure enough tendon gets through to make it interesting.
B: Oh good
B: Slurry
J: Vomit