What? Doesn't everybody sing during supper?
One can't help but head toward hilarity when one's mind works like...well...like what happened the other evening...
Beloved had made some chicken noodle soup, but didn't have enough chicken-broth-making stuff for a whole pot, so she supplemented with some beef bouillon. KayJay noticed the blend of tastes and brought the above truth into the open.
"You got beef in my chicken," said I.
"You got chicken on my beef," offered Beloved.
KayJay rounded it out with, "Two great tastes that taste great together!"
It made me wonder what such a meal should be called. "Cluck and Chuck" was the first thing that came to mind, even though it made no sense to KayJay because she had no idea there was such a thing as a chuck roast.
"Actually, " I ventured, "that would be a good name for a restaurant that specializes in both chicken and beef: Cluck-N-Chuck."
It was only after saying it a few times that we realized what a marketing fiasco it would be to give a restaurant a name that sounds like people getting sick by eating there.