All that Remains Are

 

I've been thinking all weekend about ways I can milk my chicken thighs for blogging purposes (how's that for an ugly mix of metaphor) but mostly I've been working on a bigger light box, one with a field of view wide enough to showcase a whole pie or cake or pizza. I am moving slowly but aim to debut the new box later this week.

In the meantime, the bones are all that remains from the last two thighs. One met its end in the sandwich. The other in the salad. Both were delicious.