It’s what’s for dinner

I have to admit, I know my way around a kitchen.

I didn’t just gain 40 lbs since high school eating California Chicken sandwiches and unlimited steak fries with extra seasoning from Red Robin- although that certainly could have had something to do with it- that shit gets expensive and I like food, so I had to figure out how to cook.

I used to cook a lot.

Then I got lazy and my kids got picky and it became the lesser of two evils just to make a frozen pizza. 

Now, I’m trying to… wait for it… eat right and budget- fuckity fuck, right?

So, last week at the grocery store, there was a good deal on a whole chicken.

This morning, I decided to make that chicken- still frozen, because thawing that chicken would have taken some thought and effort and pre-planning.

The frozen bag of gizzards was still inside.

Why? Why the gizzards?  Gnarly guts, testicles, intestines, belly buttons, taints- who knows what’s in that bag?    Fair warning- if you tell me you eat them or ‘use them in a soup’ or bury it under a tree for good luck next to your placenta, I haven’t had a carb in 8 days and cannot be held responsible for what I might do.

Now I bet you’re thinking I forgot to take the bag out and cooked it in, you would be wrong- I know better and made that mistake about 15 years ago- fool me once- fucking chicken!

If you’re keeping score that’s    Tena- 1     Chicken- 2

I spent the last hour wrestling that hunk of slippery salmonella to get that frozen bag of gnads out.  Seriously broke a sweat.   And a spoon.  And a couple of nails.

But who’s laughing now?  For the win!

Tagged as: cooking tips, gizzards