I think it’s good for people to do their own jobs and not always be looking for help just because they’re bored or not industrious.
I’m out of yogurt, so I have to eat eggs for breakfast. It’s raining again. I put on Vlad’s shoes and went out for the WSJ.
The only roasting hen I could find on Tuesday was in the frozen section. I left it in the fridge, planning to cook it yesterday, but it was still solid. Slightly thawing now, but I would have done better to take it out of the fridge before I called it a night. Now, I’ll have to just slow roast it, and I really hate what that means — the innards are still there.
But I will go get it ready and put it in the oven. I wish someone would invent some disposable insulated gloves for handling frozen food.
I haven’t roasted a hen for several years.