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?
Please expound.
-Conor