|Why it sucks to be me
||[Feb. 25th, 2006|12:30 pm]
Yesterday Middle Daughter asked for roast chicken for dinner. I used lots of extra garlic and herb seasoning and threw in some celery for good measure. It was totally yummy. Everyone had seconds.
After dinner, I picked off all the leftover meat and thought I'd do a rubber chicken and boil the carcass (with onions still tucked inside) for soup. I tossed in some extra seasonings and let it simmer for a couple of hours. It smelled divine. I cut off the fire and let it sit on the stove to cool for just a bit before I put it in the fridge.
This morning, when I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of my stockpot, still on the stove where I left it last night. Five quarts of heavenly chicken stock down the drain. Literally down the drain, because that's where I poured it.
Sigh. I wish I had memory cells.