Thursday, November 20, 2008

Waking Up To Hot Crocked Chicken..

So.. things get busy. You're movin', you're groovin'. You've got dinner on the table, and another dinner in the crockpot for TOMORROW even. (Why? Cause you've got thawed chicken you've been meaning to cook for 5 days, you can't RE-freeze, and if you don't use it NOW, it's rotten.. and there goes 4 chicken breasts of the 60 you bought at the case sale.. DOWN the drain. We cannot be wasting perfectly good chicken in such times as these, now can we?) And then you're cleaning up dinner.. you're doin' dishes.. you're giving baths, homework advice, and tuck-ins.. and NEXT thing you know-- it's 7 a.m., and the house smells VERY strongly of crock-potted chicken. So if the now 12 hours it's been going isn't enough.. you get busy. You're rushin' kids to school, ya gotta fit in that work-out.. you really gotta SHOWER after that work-out (ESPECIALLY if you've worn that work-out get-up 2 days in a row like you KNOW you have..) gotta meet that friend for a birthday lunch, and you GOTTA read Sophie her new books from the book fair. Suddenly, it's 2:00. You MUST pick up your oldest from school, and you MUST get on-line and be sucked into the blog/facebook/snowboarding jacket websites for at LEAST a good hour.. before you realize you can't even SMELL the chicken anymore. You have become one with the overpowering stinch of it. And now.. NOW, 24 hours later, it is dinnertime. And there the chicken sits. Dark. Shriveled. "Well-done". And you serve it up. Because it's your chicken. And you cooked it.. and it will not go to waste.

5 comments:

Brooke said...

Oh my HECK!!! Look at you, you little Suzy homemaker! (was that Utah enough for you?) This is Brooke, John & Kris' niece. I am laughing at your crocked chicken story. I guess you get an A for effort, right? Kris gave me your blog address today so I had to look you up. I love it! You have always been so talented with words, and I love how completely honest you are.
Try to catch up with us this Saturday at Gardner Village. Email me for times :)onewildefamily at yahoo dot com

Wallis Clan said...

Ok I just threw up a little in my mouth!! I hope it was better than it sounds!! It had to be! Right!?! I just love reading your blog because I know that if all of us were to attack the day the way you do we would all be better people for it!! Your a laugh a minute!!

Suzie Petunia said...

There is something about waking up to a cooking-meat-smell that makes me want to gag. Sometimes my hubby puts the Sunday roast in the crock pot on Saturday night, and then we all go to church the next morning smelling like gravy.

Julie said...

Can I get the recipe?

Amy Lynn said...

I haven't had much luck with the crockpot. People always look at me weird when I tell them how much stuff I've burned in it but now I get it. How on EARTH are you supposed to remember chicken when you have a MILLION other things to think about? Plus isn't the point of the crockpot that you don't HAVE to think about dinner? Shouldn't it have a switch that just turns itself off when it is done? Now THAT would be useful.