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.
I may never have roasted a hen.
Rainy Thorsday. Maybe we’ll watch the Henry IV movies today.