So when the Spousal Unit brought home five massive frozen Hutterite chickens last year that someone at his office was selling for his kid's school fundraiser, I knew I was doomed. It's one thing to throw out a package of pork chops, another thing entirely to huck five chickens, each the size of a small turkey.
I knew I had to break with tradition, and make a concerted effort to cook these behemoths. I roasted the first one, which was a big mistake. This bird was not brought up to be a roaster; I think it used to pull the tractor on the colony or something, judging by how stringy and tough it was.
Over the next few months the remainder were boiled and turned into soups and chicken pot pie. I am pleased to announce that today I turned the final dinosaur bird into 250,000 pot pies, which are now in the freezer. Okay it was actually nine pies, but I am pretty pleased about the whole thing. I have been strutting around like Martha Stewart right after the ankle bracelet came off. Plus there's some chicken left over which can be turned into burritos or something.
I should not have cook for the next two years.
What's in your freezer?