GRIN # 334
So last night all I had for dinner was a sad package of frozen chicken.
I refused to go to the grocery store. I had to go today anyway, and I was determined to cobble something together.
I posted my dinner dilemma on Facebook, and I got all kinds of suggestions–from thawing the package in hot water and making a stir fry to thawing it and dipping it in flour, raw egg, and bread crumbs.
But the thawing deterred me. I don’t want raw chicken juice all over my microwave. Dealing with raw chicken and raw egg wasn’t appealing either.
The result: Pre-Christmas hash.
This is what my mom calls “eating off the hump.”