Today was a string off low grade pissoffs that wrapped me up for a while like a tentacled LOTR monster, so I’m making one pot of chicken soup to rule the soul tonight, and guess which clever clogs figured out if I put the chicken carcass, bones & bay leaves in a fry basket turned on its side, it’ll be piece of chicken bone cake* to get them all out again when the time comes?!
Onions & celery are hot tubbin in there with some bouillon in the water, and soon I’ll add carrots, leftover chicken and finally, rice.
Until then, I’m enjoying the amazing aroma while I watch the director’s commentary on Bourne Supremacy and freesnack on chocolate, peanut butter and banana.**
(*No plans to attempt chicken bone cake after I’m done with the carcass, but your culinary mileage may vary.)
(**Also there may have been a Clonazepam. And it may have tasted a bit like a roach I may have drunkenly put in my pillbox.)
