Chicken of Sadness
Because I don’t want you to think I hyperactively whip out complicated dinners every night, I want to you see this.
About six months ago I bought this frozen “Chicken Provençal” from Trader Joe’s and then forgot it in in the freezer. Last night I struggled to come to some kind of conclusion about what to make for dinner for so long that it was too late to actually cook any dinner. I had to be in bed in an hour. I was hungry. I didn’t even have bread for a sandwich. A listless dig through the freezer exposed the ancient plastic-encased frozen dinner, and into the oven it went.
It was disgusting and tremendously freezerburned, as you can see. But I ate it anyway. Do you ever do that? Eat something as a measure of punishment — but to whom, exactly?
May 31st, 2009 | Food Rant
This takes guts. I admire your capacity for self-abuse.