Ann’s shameful hunger remained unsatisfied. Her fingers curled into claws at the ache in her midsection; the bloodlust was growing. A knock on the window startled her from her reverie, but it was only an acorn tapping on its way down to the ground.
The chicken lottery was scheduled for next week, but Ann didn’t believe she was going to make it that long. She picked up her phone to call the Lord Chamberlain.
After half an hour on the phone, arguing back and forth, the Lord Chamberlain agreed to give Ann an extra entry for every conversion she achieved in the next week. Ann grumbled, because those extra entries did nothing to assuage her hunger now, but she knew this was the best she was going to get.
One of my favorite things to do is go to this random word generator and make something with what I get. Today it was: bloodlust chicken lottery lord conversion shameful. So just keep in mind, when I share something totally off the wall, it’s probably because of six random words.
If your Facebook feed is anything like mine, it’s inundated with Tasty recipe videos and their ilk. Sure, most of the stuff looks amazing, but when it comes down to it, who actually takes the time to make all this crap?
I sure don’t.
But I saw some buffalo chicken mac and cheese the other day when I was trying to find the crock pot buffalo wings my stepdad was talking about. Purely train wreck curiosity, I was not planning to make some tasty, crispy wings in the freaking crock pot, trust me.
Anyway, didn’t find those, but I saw the holy grail of side dishes.
Ian found another recipe and shared it, tagging me.
Last night, I made it.
Y’all. So good. Swear.
I don’t think I even need to say this, because it’s a recipe from the internet: I did not follow the instructions exactly.
• 3 pounds boneless/skinless chicken breasts
• 1 12-ounce bottle of your favorite buffalo sauce
• 1 1-ounce packet of dry Ranch mix
• 6 tablespoons butter
• 3 cups uncooked macaroni
• 12-16 ounces shredded cheese (such as cheddar)
• 3 eggs (beaten)
• 1 can cheddar cheese soup
• 1/2 cup sour cream
• 1 cup milk
• Seasoning to taste (salt, pepper, dry mustard, oregano, etc.)
• Cut chicken into bite-sized pieces and add to Crock-Pot® Slow Cooker
• Pour entire bottle of buffalo sauce and packet of ranch mix on top of chicken
• Cook on low for 5-6 hours (until chicken is cooked through)
• Once chicken is ready, boil and drain the macaroni and set aside
• Melt butter and grated cheese in a saucepan over medium heat
• Place cooked macaroni, melted cheese, sour cream, beaten eggs, cheese soup and seasonings on top of the buffalo chicken
• Cook on high for about 2 hours
I used medium shells, because they’re better. I used a dismantled rotisserie chicken, because we went to the store at 4, and I wasn’t waiting until midnight to eat. Or the next day. So I dismantled the chicken, put it in the crock pot, covered it in desperate housewife cocaine and buffalo sauce, and moved straight to the fourth step.
And now, reading the ingredients again, I notice that I forgot the milk entirely. This did not harm the final product. And in my defense, it’s not in the instructions.
Y’all. This stuff is so good. Which is why this post is categorized not only under Food but also Emotions and Self Improvement. Because I had them and did some.
I will likely leave the chicken out to make this as a side dish instead of main course.
*As seen in this post.
Last night I made a creamy chicken and wild rice soup for dinner. I used a rotisserie chicken for the meat because it’s easy. I’m a huge fan of storebought rotisserie chickens. I used one for the chicken pot pie I made last week.
As I deconstructed the chicken last night, I had an unsettling realization.
I had no idea what happened to the wishbone from the previous chicken.
I texted Ian.
I put the wishbone somewhere from the last rotisserie chicken I took apart and IDK WHERE
I FORGOT UNTIL I PULLED THIS WISHBONE
No joke, people. I put that wishbone somewhere. I remember doing that, because Ian was at work and I wanted to have it so we could pull it when he got home. I had to have put it somewhere safe, because we have cats.
My heart sank and my gorge rose as I realized that one day soon, we may find that wishbone by smell.
I texted Ian some more.
Did I put it in the microwave and someone threw it away? Idk, maybe
Did I change my mind and throw it away? Idk, maybe
Did I hide it somewhere and it’s now rotting there? Idk, maybe
DID WE BREAK IT? IDK MAYBE
That wishbone is a void in my memory.
In case you didn’t notice, I am highly entertaining via text message. Borderline hysterical. At least, I think so.
And do you know what else? I still have not a clue where that wishbone is.
Last night’s wishbone, however, I do know about. I put it on a bowl in the sink while we went outside, and when I came in, Rillo had stolen it and was trying to eat it. Don’t worry, I got it away from her and put it deep in the trashcan.
BUT WHAT OF THE OTHER?
The world may never know.
Tonight I made chicken and sausage gumbo. It was a last minute decision. Last minute as in I didn’t have time to simmer chicken to make stock and cook the chicken.
I don’t recommend this. It’s hard to find a rotisserie chicken after nine at night.
I didn’t find one.
It’s also hard to find frozen cooked chicken that isn’t breaded or fajita seasoned.
But I found some.
And I got my assignment for my first contest story!
And this title is to be sung à la Henry the VIII, I Am. On a roll today, kiddos!
Ian and I went shopping on his break this afternoon.
And purchased, among other items, a pair of socks.