For future reference

Note to self... when starting (restarting, let's be honest) a "health and lifestyle modification" (ie diet), try not to begin on Potluck Sunday.

Ain't no bones about it

Every once in a while I get a wild hair to buy a full fryer chicken. I think, gosh look at the savings- think of all the things I could cook with this! The problem is, it's gross. Let's be honest- today, a full chicken with the little hairs (feathers?) poking out of it's bumpy skin and that nasty dripping bag with who knows what in it that you have to remove first (cause I've boiled it before not realizing it was inside and yes indeedy- that sucker needs to come out).

But as it cooks in my crockpot the house does start to smell delightful with wafting chickeny smells and I think, perhaps this was a good idea after all. But no, there's still the boning to be done. No thank you. I like my meat in pretty little containers with plastic wrap and no discernible traits of where it was before it came into my life. I think if I had been a pioneer woman I would have starved to death or become a vegetarian. Which, in Texas, may as well be one in the same.