Cooks can be divided into two categories when it comes to stuffing chicken: those who cut a pocket in the side, and those who pound out thin and roll. Tonight I learned that it’s best to stick to your own kind. You see, I am a pocket cutter, but I decided to try rolling tonight. What a disaster! My pounding seemed to totally destroy the chicken , making it all funny-shaped, shredded, and un-even. And I didn’t even think I was pounding that hard. I tried my hardest to roll it up with sliced mozzarella and fresh chopped basil, but it just wasn’t happening! Not even toothpicks all over seemed to hold it together. At this point, everything else was prepped and ready to go but I had no other chicken thawed out and I couldn’t think of any way to salvage this pounded out disaster of a chicken breast. So what to do? Call Benny! He hadn’t arrived home yet, so I asked him to stop and get some chicken, preferably the kind that is already pounded out thin. Wow, this stuff was great! Suddenly all was right again in my world of stuffed chicken.