More Than One Way To Skin a Chicken! (WEEK TWO!!)

day 9:

Even though I'm feeling really great, and have been enjoying the food we're cooking, I'll admit that today I looked in the fridge for lunch and thought, "I have no effing idea what to cook." So I was a tad lazy and just had my leftover steak from last night. Which turned out to be not-so-bad, as I hadn't CLOSELY read my Paleo slow cooker recipe which asks for a whole chicken (I can do that!) that you need to SKIN before stuffing and slow cooking.

Now, I'm getting more confident in the kitchen, and am willing to make some mistakes, but for the love of all things holy! Part of the reason I was a vegetarian is because I don't like handling raw meat (insert Ty joke here... insert Jay joke there after Ty's joke...) and that's also the reason I don't cook often. Because MEAT IS GROSS. It tastes wonderful (especially when cooked by others), but I don't like how we obtain it as a society in general. Also, while we would LOVE to eat grass-fed organic blur-blur-blerg, it's SO EXPENSIVE! But even after all THAT is said and done, there's still an anatomy question. Different cuts. Handling. Blech.

I had 2 choices: a) wait for Blair to get home and eat dinner at 10pm when it finished cooking, or b) put on my big girl panties and get it DONE. What would YOU do, fair reader?

I Am Jack's Nervous Colon

Hello fellows!

If you got the Fight Club reference you get to double fist-pump! For the uninitiated, the main character (or MC as the blogger kids call them) finds a stack of old notebooks, each one dedicated to someone named Jack's body parts, organs included. A famous line in the movie is: "I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's broken heart."

Me appropriating those fictional notebooks works on many levels. The most obvious is that I probably DO have a nervous colon as the rest of my body is in a constant state of "resting anxiety" (I just made that up even though it's probably true). The slightly LESS obvious is this internal countdown/ external Roman calendar countdown to June 1st wherein I give up everything that tastes good in the universe, as well as telling everyone that has an email account that I'm doing this, which will make my fall harder (if it happens). Which was my intention, in a way, so I could be a guinea pig for others who are feeling poopy and want to make a change. But also pouting until I feel better.