I had big plans for tonight's dinner. Homemade sweet and sour chicken with veggies, rice and noodles. The chicken was a steal at $1.49 per pound for boneless breasts. Things did not go as planned but maybe it was a sign.
Growing up with 1 sister and 5 brothers food was a scarce thing. I remember my brothers and I eating as fast as we could so we could be the first to get whatever remained on the stove. Rarely were there any leftovers. I had my limits as a kid though and would slide some Brussel sprouts or liver under the table for the dog to devour. Growing up my plate had to be clean to leave the table. So food is a precious commodity to me. I try never to waste it and often take leftovers to work for lunch.
This chicken though was pushing my limits of frugality. The sell by date was the second and today is the seventh. In retrospect I should have frozen it when I brought it home. But today I pulled it out and decided we must eat it (and hopefully survive). I have done it before but this chicken wasn't smelling to good. I cubed it up anyway and mixed it in some marinade to kill some bacteria.
While it was marinating I got out a glass bowl to hold my cut up green peppers and onions. I went down to the basement and picked out an onion and headed back upstairs. Then I grabbed the peppers from the fridge and set it all down next to the bowl.
I walked over to grab a knife and BAM the glass bowl shattered right on the counter top. I should have taken a picture as proof but I was too stunned and went immediately into cleanup mode as the kids, in their bare feet, were rushing over to see what happened.
As we were cleaning up I was looking around at the walls and windows thinking to myself that we were just shot at and I need to find the entry point. Seems kind of silly but I had no other explanation. Alas my 4 pounds of chicken had glass in it and I had to pitch it all. Luckily my wife's homemade banana bread was still in the oven. I thought that the bread and rice in the cooker might end up being our dinner.
It was close to 7 PM by the time cleanup was done and the kids had school the next day. We haven't eaten out since vacation several weeks ago. I broke down and we ended up getting Chinese take-out. The kids loved it (hopefully not better than my cooking).
In the end I think God was telling me to not put my family's health at risk to save some money. Once I got a fortune cookie that said "next time order the shrimp". We still have it pinned to our cork board as it was pretty funny. Now I need to make one that says "next time freeze your chicken."
What do you think caused the bowl to break? Keep in mind the bowl and granite countertop were both at room temperature.
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