Chicken Roll (by G)

Biggs had suggested I cook up some chicken wing, I agreed. I brined some wings and marinated others, prepared some smoking materials - days in advance.

Alas, I was delayed at work and did not make it back in time to actually cook the wings. I brings a tear to the eye to imagine whistling as she skipped home, certain in the knowledge that there would be chicken wings in the near future... but the chicken wings never came.

Biggs took care of her own dinner and I swung by the supermarket on the way home and got some breadrolls, a barbequed chicken, some olives. I threw all those things together and squeezed some tartare sauce on top. More than I deserved.