Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The good cows, the bad chicken.

About a week and a half ago, I took a large chicken out of the freezer to defrost. I put it in the fridge, then I promptly forgot about it. With all the extra food in the fridge for the party, it kind of got pushed to the back and covered up.


Meanwhile, we woke up Sunday morning to a cow in our yard. When walking around the farm during his party, Zaven had opened up all the gates as he went assuming that the last person through them would close them. Umm... maybe we need to go back over that ass-you-me thing. But when we all got up to look for the rest of the cows we realized that they were all just hanging out in the field they were supposed to be in. Good cows!


Monday we remembered the chicken. Scott got it out to see if it was worth bothering to cook after so long and discovered that it was frozen solid. Then Caly discovers that the milk is half frozen too. Scott thought that if the fridge was that cold that it probably never defrosted and is fine. But the day is really, really hot and we don't have the A/C put back in the window yet. So we decided to let it defrost in a pan of water in the sink that evening and then cook it that night after it had started to cool off. Only we forgot and just left it in that pan of water overnight. So Tuesday morning as Scott is getting up I remembered and asked him to check it and if he thought it was OK to put it in to cook before it got hot and I'd set my alarm clock to make sure I woke up in time to take it out. I was heading back to bed because Zoe and Quinn were still asleep.


Sooooo... I woke up a couple of hours later, went in the kitchen and almost puked because of the smell. That thing was bad. And not just a little bad. And of course once I opened the kitchen door the smell went all over the house.

So why am I telling you all this? I have no idea. But maybe you can learn from our dumbass mistakes.

3 comments:

She said...

Oh yuck. That is all. :)

Azaera said...

Oh that sucks about the rotten chicken, eew. Oh and can I get your email address so I can send you my address?

Tara said...

eeewwww