Yesterday was a busy day. It's was my stepson's birthday and I was running around cleaning, going to the grocery store, and taking care of two little ones. In the frenzy, I left a bag of groceries in the car overnight. Did it contain dry goods? A loaf of bread? Cans of fruit for my youngest daughter? NOOOO... it was the roasted chicken I bought yesterday to make my life easier today.
I discovered the oversight this morning as I was sorting through the party leftovers and trying to figure out what I had planned to serve for dinner tonight. Today is my big "work day" and I knew I'd need an easy dinner for this evening. I'd planned ahead and bought a roasted chicken and a bag of new potatoes. We also had tomatoes from the farmer's market and although I wasn't sure what I'd make, I knew I had the fixings for a simple and delicious meal. That is, until I realized that the chicken was NOT in the refrigerator. I frantically sorted through leftover pizza boxes and containers of chopped celery and cheese, hoping the chicken was buried under the pile. And then I realized... the chicken must be in the car. Sigh.
I ran out to the car in my slippers and found the poor bird festering away in the trunk. I was tempted to take a photograph of it, but I thought that might annoy me even more. So no photo. And no more wasting time by writing about the subject any further.
I don't know what we'll have for dinner tonight, but it certainly won't be chicken.