Well, not so much.
After stewing the chicken for the right amount of time I congratulated myself on a perfectly done chicken, pulled it out of the stock pot, and started to debone it. I walked away for a few minutes while it cooled to the back of the house. Faintly I thought I heard a few loud thuds. Odd I thought, no one else is here. I folded a few more towels, then it hit me; the chicken is on the counter and the dogs are in the kitchen. I ran through the house, passing two of the sleeping dogs in the office then another dog playing with a squeaker, I thought I was in the clear. Nope. In the kitchen was our oldest girl, Diesel, smacking her lips and giving me a smile to show she appreciated her afternoon snack.
Sigh, there goes dinner.
So, what do you make when you're in a pinch?
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