Playing Chicken

It’d been there for almost a week. The elephant on the stove. The red cast-iron crockpot sat there, belidded and untouched.

It was a lovely coq au vin for four. I’d deliberately overcatered on the chicken... well, with two women and two blokes at the table I couldn’t really have just done extra for the guys, could I? If I had... well, y’know...! But of course, the women didn’t eat their extra chicken.

There it sat, festering under its lid. It was a game of ‘chicken’! Who would crack first?

I’ll give you two guesses. You only need one!