Once, after buying a chicken with the intent of roasting it only to learn that I bought a stewing chicken, I realized not all chickens are equal. So, based on what I learned, I can say I'm not a broiler or a fryer. Those clearly are spring chickens.
I'm no spring chicken. After getting very little exercise the previous week and then rowing and doing a little mountain biking yesterday (thumbs up on the Elm Creek beginner trails, which were significantly easier - and confidence boosting - than the other two places I've tried), my body feels as flexible as a plank of wood.
Hopefully I'm not in stewing chicken territory yet; yoga today maybe put me back in the roaster category.
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