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durham_knits) wrote2009-10-14 09:07 pm
durham_knits) wrote2009-10-14 09:07 pm
Should I Be Worried that Hubby has a Cleaver?
Currently, there are lovely smells of homemade chicken soup wafting through the house. I am not a cook, not at all, but my darling other half is quite an exceptional one, if I do say so myself. He decided rather suddenly that on this unseasonably cold October day (well, cold for North Carolina...) that he'd make chicken soup. From scratch. That's right, from whole chicken plus oil and water to soup.
It's pretty neat to watch all of this coming together. It was a great deal LESS neat was watching him dismember the chicken corpse. Can I just say EWWW? It's been a good number of years since I was a vegetarian, but watching the mister whack at a chicken, bits flying as he hit it, was just enough to send me over the edge. Well, that combined with the whole fetus making me vaguely nauseous sometimes bit.
This was a whole lot of work. (... for him.) Plus, dinner is already 2 hours late, probably with time yet to go. It had better be significantly better than a can of chicken noodle soup.
It's pretty neat to watch all of this coming together. It was a great deal LESS neat was watching him dismember the chicken corpse. Can I just say EWWW? It's been a good number of years since I was a vegetarian, but watching the mister whack at a chicken, bits flying as he hit it, was just enough to send me over the edge. Well, that combined with the whole fetus making me vaguely nauseous sometimes bit.
This was a whole lot of work. (... for him.) Plus, dinner is already 2 hours late, probably with time yet to go. It had better be significantly better than a can of chicken noodle soup.