It all started a few months ago. A friend and I were discussing hanging out for a day and getting a bunch of meals ready and frozen for ourselves. Last week, found out a company was going to be delivering fresh chicken breasts again (never frozen, not injected with saline). We went in on a box/ingredients together.
So, one day, 40 pounds of chicken, and six children age 7 and under. Sounds like a demented movie, eh?
Seriously. Quite a circus. Good thing we’ve known each other for a while, our kids get along decently (regular squabbles, but nothing too bad), and yeah.
My in-progress stuff. See all those dishes drying on the counter behind there? Yeah.
Still have a few things to assemble… breakfast burritos, finish more stuffed/twice-baked potatoes, chicken/cheese enchiladas from the shredded chicken, chicken stock with the random leftover fat-laden bits (I strain the fat off, no worries), and yeah. I have my work cut out for me this week to finish it up. And get us all to eat the leftovers in the fridge this week as well.