There’s no place like home. But, where is home? Bucketlist Lifehack™: Home is where you belong. Don’t allow anyone else define your home. Not culture. Not society. Not upbringing.
The only truly “Happy” Chicken Burger is a Death-Free™ authentic take on flavors I tasted at home. Turns out there’s more than one place called home.
Bucketlist confession: I was home in England. Dunno why. The moment my feet landed. I was happy. Comfortable. Unlike the rest of the study abroaders. I felt good in Bath, Manchester, and London where I lived. There wasn’t a place I went where I felt no bueno. Living like a local, I even found myself a job. At a restaurant review guide! Bucketlist Soulhack™: The universe knows before we do.
I also loved. It wasn’t Love-love. It was stabilizing and fun. A segue into native life. Honestly I liked the Mum a lot. She was everything I’d imagined a Partner’s Mother to be. Fierce. Kind. Funny. Generous. Welcoming. She even busted out baby pictures when I first met her. The three of us had chicken burgers. Of course Fish n’ Chips, too. I’d never had chicken burgers before or since England.
Happy Chicken Burger is the only “happy” chicken burger you’ll have. A Death-Free™ authentic take on flavors I tasted at home. Turns out there’s more than one place called home. Delicious, super easy. Bucketlist Longevityhack™: Chickens aren’t food. Happy cartoon images plastered around cadaver-meats mean to disconnect us from the cruel existence chickens suffer in places they don’t belong.
A year later, I’d be excited to belong to the childhood home of my true Love-love. Picturesque, spacious, green. Turns out, not home. Neither for my Partner whose Maman’s everything unimaginable. Unkind and sometimes cruel. Definitely no photo shares. Belonging existed everywhere outside that house I’d once wished to call home.
Bucketlist Survivalhack™: With Love home is always with us. Wherever you go, open to the possibility that you’re home. Chicken Burger definitely tastes like home. Brings the comfort of Love even if you’re in, say, my Partner’s childhood house. Don’t be afraid to call home. You belong.
Bon appétit, Friends.
You Need:
∞ Bucketlist Happy Chicken Wings
∞ 1 cup Green Cabbage (shred)
∞ 2 Pickles (sliced thin)
∞ Bucketlist Creamy Ketchup
∞ Preferred Buns or Bread