Chapter Eighteen
Arabella
To celebrate our one-month anniversary, I wanted to make my grandmother’s chicken parmigiana for dinner. It needed to be perfect, so I wasn’t about to buy just any chicken — I wanted the best one I could get. “Excuse me,” I said to the man standing behind the meat counter at the grocery store. “Do you have anything fresher than you have out here? I want the freshest chicken you’ve got.”
“Would you like a whole chicken or just parts of it?”
“Well, I guess I only really need some breasts and thighs. I’m making chicken parmigiana for two.”
“Ah, well, I can cut the meat fresh and pound it out for you, nice and super thin. You finish your shopping and come back here right before you’re ready to check out, and I’ll have that ready for you.”
“Thank you so much.” I
