When I made my chicken broth out of leftovers the other day, the glorious scents created by it tantalized Husband, and subsequently, he requested I make soup or pot pie.
Husband doesn't make requests too often, so when he does I like to be accommodating. Thus began my adventure today.
I selected my victim. I'm not too picky on this step, this could have been a myriad of meats, but the man wanted Chicken.
I realized I had hit a roadblock, as my sink was full of dishes left "to soak."
Washed em, then realized my sink needed to be whiter.
Did baking soda and vinegar scrub, with a nice boiling water rinse.
So shiny!
Remembered I had emptied the sink so I could handle raw chicken, try not to cuss...
Cuss a lot.
Dumped out Chicken's bidbits and rinsed, setting the unmentionables aside for two lucky bitches.
Shoved Chicken into a barely sizeable pan because I'm not very smart sometimes.
Slathered him in deliciousness and flipped him chest-side down, because in this house we like juicy breasts.
Browned him up at 400F for 20 minutes, getting those juices flowing.
Dumped it all in a pot with an onion and bay leaf, drowning him with a sadistic cackle. Brought him up to a boil, then simmered for an hour.
Not shown is the fork assault in which both Husband and I tore Chicken's flesh from his bones. It was a two-handed job, so no camera.
Then, I threw it back in the pot with carrots and rice, raised to a boil and simmered 20 minutes.
Decided to dump in some drained corn, And voila!
Success, despite my less than stellar attention span!!
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