That's today in five images. I'll spare you the sixth and seventh, which were of the chicken I was going to cook for dinner. It was one of these pay-more-for-feeling-better-about-eating-meat free range, happy chickens -- I suppose as happy as one gets when they're slaughtered and plucked, anyway -- and although the date claimed it was good until tomorrow, it was busy growing green parts. The smell was reminiscent of, well, not of death, but rather of new life, if you catch my drift.
I enjoy eating a variety of fermented foods like kimchi and sauerkraut; I think mold is tasty on stinky cheeses; I love snails, mussels, oysters and shellfish; I'm trying to get better at cooking offal, although I still find myself sadly limited to liver. (I've been eyeing the kidneys and heart at the butcher's and intend to make a move one of these days, really.) But green chicken? I was dry heaving as I threw that out. And then I dug into the dust bin again, took a few photos of the green parts with the "best before" date visible, and emailed those to my husband, who in his turn forwarded them to the supermarket chain with an "is this a chicken I see before me?" email of complaint.
We will not be eating chicken today. We may not be eating chicken ever again, eww. Thankfully I had a huge spicy tuna salad for lunch, see image, and can afford to snack on nuts and fruit and dark chocolate for my second meal of the day.
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