Just kidding.
Actually I never even told Greg that I "used" the recipe on him (surprise, babe!) In fact, I've made the chicken for us again since, improving upon the originally lemon-heavy formula by adding my own touches of crushed fresh garlic, basil and rosemary.
As for symbolism, what I've gleaned from my dual-Engagement Chicken experience is this: While I'm sure that the recipe "works" for some women, I bet that for most of us, it provides a much-needed wake-up call instead. When I was younger, I clung to the recipe's gimmicky promise and, somehow, thankfully screwed it up. The failed chicken exposed me for what I was: a confused post-grad who was putting on a façade of who I thought I should be, and where I thought my relationship should be.
Plus, as I've grown up -- and realized that I have more to offer a relationship than my ability to play the traditional role of "wife" -- I'm not so sure that I like the idea of my chicken roasting skills serving as the tipping point of whether or not I am worth marrying.
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