No, it wasn’t the chicken. I guess I was just randomly sick. I ate a piece last night and was okay.

I think I’ve gotten to the point where I have enough bits and pieces of chickens (backs, necks, wings) to make stock. Yay.

I’m thinking of putting an ad up on craigslist in the free stuff section for half of the Orange Tea Cake, an unopened jar of expired baking powder, and four bottles of the worst beer I’ve ever had. (Mission Street Pale Ale, if you’re wondering. I got it at Trader Joe’s. It is ever so god-awful.) But I probably won’t.

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