Well… not really.
But I did do something really stupid. I went to bed with a roasting pan of chicken leg quarters in the oven at 350 degrees. They’d been in there since about 9:30 or so and I just took them out at quarter till 2am, when I awoke from a dream and wondered why my bedroom smelled like deliscious chicken.
Now, here’s the funny thing. I don’t really know what lesson to take away from this because I seem to be rewarded with the most succulent, fall-off-the-bone tender and flavorful chicken I’ve ever had in my life. Now, my roammates roasting pan is a little covered in cooked on chicken funk, but it’s soaking in the sink, so no harm done.
Is this one of those good things that happens to bad people?