So my grocery order was delivered today. The store had family packs of either chicken drumsticks or thighs on sale for 99 cents per pound. I had ordered four packages of drumsticks. Neither Son nor I are particularly fond of chicken thighs. The idea was to repackage the drumsticks in meal sized portions and freeze.
When I took the packages out of the grocery bags I found that whoever did the shopping had given me four packages of chicken thighs. Aarrgh!
The delivery guy was long gone. I suppose I could have called the office and complained. But when I thought about it, I decided that I'm pretty lucky to be able to have groceries delivered at all. And the people who do the shopping are volunteers. They don't get paid. And people make mistakes. And it's not like we are going to starve if we don't have those drumsticks. So I let it go.
Now I have to decide what to do with about 20 lbs. of chicken thighs that I didn't want in the first place.
I dug through my empty canning jars and set out some wide mouth quarts, washed them and stuffed them full of chicken thighs. Some of the pieces were so big that it only took three to fill a jar. I added water to about an inch below the rim, wiped the rim with a paper towel soaked in vinegar to get rid of any meat bits and fat, put on the lids and rings and ran them through my pressure canner for an hour and a half.
And now I have eleven quarts of chicken cooling on my kitchen table. This meat will be really good in chicken and dumplings or chicken salad or chicken pot pie or chicken and rice. The canning process cooks it so it is falling off the bone tender.
And now I am on my way to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream. With chocolate sauce. And sprinkles. Which is my reward for spending a good share of the day canning when it wasn't in the plan. It almost always seems to work out anyway, though. :)
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