I forgot the chicken in the chicken soup...again.
Yes again. My handsome hubby had made one of those whole chickens the night before (35 minutes in the microwave, by the way...Pampered Chef is my chicken hero), so we had the leftovers waiting to be turned into another culinary masterpiece. Feeling pretty well yesterday afternoon, I decided to give my homemade chicken soup a go. I stripped all the meat off the leftover bird and then placed the bones in a pot of water with some onion and carrots and got it cooking for a few hours (yes, I know that this should be an all day thing, but ain't nobody got time for that!). All the leftover chicken was nicely shredded up and waiting in the fridge for just the right moment to go into the soup.
My husband was the hero of the day yesterday...he noticed that the chicken was missing, and gently asked if there was any. I started laughing after the initial shock of the realization that I'm losing my mind, again. Crisis averted. This time.
Anyone else losing their mind slowly? Or is it just me? Oy.