no chicken for you!

There are times when I can be quite clever. My problem-solving skills are developed, and I’m capable of adapting and reacting appropriately to situations.

However, last night was not one of them.

I had planned to go to the gym with a friend of mine, to get back into the whole “working out” thing (especially since I think I’m capable of running a longer distance in a short amount of time. I’ve heard those things take training). Because I didn’t want to be awake all night, but work quite late, there was a small window of opportunity to get to the gym and still have enough time to decompress in the evening.

We planned to meet at 7pm, and I typically don’t get home from work until 6pm. I figured I’d have some snacks to get my energy up, and then throw some chicken into the slow cooker for pulled BBQ chicken sandwiches when I got home.

But, I forgot to thaw the chicken! So, I had eight, very frozen, completely unyielding chicken breasts to deal with. I tried a few quick-solution methods to separate two of the eight (running them under hot water, nuking in the microwave) but realized I was probably doing more harm than good.

THEN I realized that I no longer had the option of putting the chicken back in the freezer — Thomas had struck the fear of salmonella into me, and I knew that the methods I’d already taken were risky enough, never mind trying all these things THEN refreezing the bird.

So I did what any rational person would do: I put ALL the chicken into the slow cooker with a bottle of BBQ sauce and then booked it. Oh, and have I mentioned that Thomas isn’t a huge fan of shredded chicken?

Guess who’s eating chicken sandwiches for the next 1.5 weeks? THIS CHICK!

(At least they turned out very tasty.)