Chicken fingers

I love that I live alone. Or at least, as a consequence of the fact that I live alone, I've inherited all the food that was left behind in the freezer by departing flatmates. I've thrown away most of the fridge stuff (have I done it all? better check!) but still eating my way through the free stuff in the freezer. And tonight was the turn of the rest of the potato wedges.

With this, I decided to splash out on a ready-cooked chicken, which is nice, and I can add the bones to my stock for making stock, which has been on the go for far too long and I havent gotten around to doing it yet. This of course meant that I was eating it with my fingers and picking the deliciously fatty skin off. Unfotunately, the paper it came in went mushy with the excess schmaltz and I ended up chewing a bit of paper for a minute or two. Genius moment striking again!

I think I've got a little cold, my throat is a bit sore. So it's time to clean my teeth and suck strepsils whilst going to bed!



There, now doesnt that look just beautiful. I'm such a failure on the vegetarianism front, so much for trying to practise ahimsa........... and that's a link just so that I dont send you all to wikipedia again, but it's a little bit of funny reading!