Yesterday I hit the grocery store for the weekly shop. I stocked up on a few things which were on sale at a good price, with malice and aforethought, and managed to get out of the store for less than $60 in the bargain. Win.
One impulse buy was a big bag of chicken leg quarters. It was about eight pounds of chicken--with skin and bones--and it was $0.69 per pound. Ten leg-and-thigh quarters, pretty meaty in the bargain, for under $5; and I thought, "There's all kinds of stuff I can make with this."
That thought lasted until I opened the bag and I got a significant whiff of hydrogen sulfide.
It was just H2S; it smelled like hard-boiled eggs sometimes do--not bad, exactly, but just a tiny bit whiffy. I've eaten plenty of hard-boiled eggs that gave off a little whiff of H2S when peeled, I thought, so I went ahead and wrapped the individual legs up and stuck 'em in the freezer.
After I was done, I re-thought that. That was more than just a hint of H2S; it had been a moderately strong smell and I could still smell it even after I'd cleaned up and put everything away. So I checked on-line, and thought about it, and decided, "No, that chicken is bad and has to go back to the store."
So I took it back this morning and got my money back. It's a shame, but it's just not worth risking food poisoning to save a couple bucks on chicken.
Still--there was a scrap of skin in the bag that I gave to the cat before I realized the chicken was no good, and she seems fine this morning--so maybe there was actually nothing wrong with the stuff, and maybe it's just because she's a cat and doesn't have the sensitive gut of a human being.
Anyway, despite the wry title of this post I don't actually think the store was deliberately trying to sell chicken that had gone bad. What would be the point of that?
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Classless union babies stealing Romney signs because they can't stand the free exchange of ideas. The ideology that cannot tolerate debate is weak.
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Vox Day points out that American liberals fear blacks. Professional non-comedian Bill "Totally Not Funny" Maher says, "If you're thinking about voting for Mitt Romney, I would like to make this one plea: black people know who you are and they will come after you."
...okay. Sure. There's nothing racist about that, not at all!
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Last night, Ukyo hit 80th level. It was 1:30 AM when that happened and I had been planning to go to bed after that, but then I realized that it was the night the clocks fell back; suddenly it was 12:30 AM and I had another hour that I could play!
...so now Ukyo is about 40% of the way to 81st and I'm trying to plan my next move--Hyjal or Vash'jir?--and in general gloating over her meteoric rise from her humble beginnings on Sept 25.
The longer I play the game, the easier it becomes to level a toon to 80; I remember it took much longer for me to get Amaleni to 80th in 2009 than it's taken for me to get Ukyo there.
But despite going to bed at 2 AM CST, I didn't sleep that well. I think I got to sleep after 4 AM; the last time I looked at the clock it was about 3:40 and I knew I had four hours before I had to get up for church.
Oh well. It's Sunday and I have no pressing matters to attend to, so I can sleep if I want to.
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Yesterday made it a year since I joined choir; and as luck would have it, the song we did in church today ("Follow Jesus") is the first song I performed with the choir.
I also, today, made my reservation for the brunch on Consecration Sunday. That's on the 18th; Lemonzen is going to see Les Miserables with a friend of hers on that day so she's decidedly not going to be coming to church with me (or doing much of anything else that weekend).
In fact, she's decided to stay home this weekend, see no one, and sleep, and I can't say I blame her. I would have liked for Lemonzen to be at church with me today since she's only heard the choir sing once (and that was a practice session) but it's just been a plain exhausting week--and next week does not promise to be any better for her, since she's got training on Tuesday and Wednesday where she has to be up early in the morning, and at the training center--farther away from her home than work!--at 8 AM. Out of consideration for that I'm swallowing my bitter tears of lonliness* and respecting her need for a weekend off from social stuff.
*Slight exaggeration. But only slight.
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So I do believe that, right now, I will emulate my fiancee and go get some more sleep.