Bet I know what you are thinking…after you read the today’s title, and as you see this picture of a processed chicken.
The above hen was free range and did come from a local farm — but she ain’t one of mine.
Today I made homemade chicken and noodles. This very statement will make my 3 children weep. They will want to come home for dinner. Kids, if it helps at all…this wasn’t Great Grandma Smith’s recipe ….this is a new one I tried — which is good…but doesn’t compare to Great Grandma’s homemade chicken and noodles.
For some odd reason I feel compelled to tell you that even though I’m unemployed, I seriously don’t lay around all day doing nothing….
Like a certain other house member does
though I will say Gabby did drag her hiney off the cushion
pretty dadgum quick when she smelled the chicken cooking on the stove!
but she had no interest at all in the corn I was preparing to freeze
I tried to convince her that it tastes like chicken.
She didn’t even budge.
She’s got my numba.
