Mrs. Budd’s Chicken Pie Review
You’re not the boss of me.

You’re not the boss of me.

A meal for you, and your Ooompa-loompa friend.

Decision were made.

I am shook, as the kids say.

A serving is a snack. I said what I said.

Sing the ballad of the missing rice.

Never again.

It’s all about the sauce.

My stomach does not have eyes.

Call the Chicken Police.

Enjoy the taco blabber.

We can’t all be photogenic.

The crunch is strong with this one.

Crispy, flaky shells with soft filling.

Allegedly, there is chicken.

There won’t be a next time.

Better looking after cooking.

Soul-crushing blandness in a crispy wrapper.

Flakey and flavorful, like a Ritz Cracker.

I don’t like jiggly bits. I don’t like them!