Hahaha... I heard the little foodie's complaint

when doing my bike routine.  Boy I felt such a strong urge to just ditch the whole annoying exercise nonsense and storm up to the kitchen to find something yummy.

A most beautiful rendition of Lord Byron!  Bravo!  

But I'll tell you a little secret: The little foodie's whining was still ringing in my ears when I launched into Lord Byron and somehow the beautiful line of "... and all that's best of dark and bright meet..." was heard as "... and all that's best of dark and white meat ..." and I felt I smelled roast turkey.  Such blasphemy!  How embarrassing!  My apologies!