a day. the first day, he ate about half of what i had cooked that afternoon when he got home from school. then he went to sleep for a couple of hours, got back up to go to the gym and work out, then came back home to do homework and then of course he came back downstairs to stand in front of the open refrigerator door again around 9:30 p.m., looking for more chicken. he ate some more and the container was empty.
holy smokes, that’s a lot of chicken for one day.
in addition to the ever popular grilled chicken, i throw in a couple of steaks or a pile 