Indeed. Dogs love them too. If you don’t use the giblets, and you have a pet, don’t throw 'em out, feed 'em to Fluffy! He will think he’s died and gone to heaven.
This is my favorite part.
Perhaps it’s the combo of “motherfucking” and “menstruating”? They kind of…go together I guess.
Feel free to pit the title of my pit post. I’d find that funny, actually.
Gotta ask- are you preggers? When I was every smell made me sick as can be. I’m pretty sensitive to smells to begin with, but your (well written, BTW) rant made think- pregnant, perhaps???
If not, well, never mind.
Inkleberry, I KNOW exactly what you are going through. My son will be two in December. I just stopped locking up the garbage, and I am not sure that will not resume. Only at my new digs, the cabinets don’t conviniently lock with one of those slidey lock things.
So garbage is fresh and exciting (to him!)
Garbage is nasty and revolting. (To me.) It contains all the stuff I moved, but decided I dont really want befouling my new kitchen. And a jar of suspicious mayo, and some peanut butter that had gone a bit …off…
So, nearly two year old is digging through garbage. Finds bendy celery, suspicious mayo, and dodgy PB. Yay! Veggies and Dip!
Did I mention these were under el-cheaop brand bacon pee? (You know, the liquid that drains out of cheap bacon packages)
Good times. They say I will miss this when he’s grown, but Im really willing to take peoples word for it.
I am still pondering how to instruct my local KFC employee if I want to ensure that I get my fair share of chicken “ass meats.” I’ve seen a lot of chickens and they weren’t notable for their significant amount of back, except in the spinal sense. You use that for making stock, along with the giblets.
Apropos of nothing, I suppose, except chickeny goodness, I made some chicken stock a few days ago, and used it yesterday in a Tuscan-style tomato soup…except I didn’t skim the fat. :smack:
So now my healthful tomato soup is swimming in chicken fat - and I must say, it tastes divine.
We had sauteed chicken livers for dinner last night. 
Oh dear, that’s three of us.
DLG, you might want to stop at the drugstore on your way home…
Up the spout was my first thought too…
No, not so much. We aren’t trying, but we aren’t avoiding either. I had 17 days of high temps, which is highly suggestive, but today I woke up and my temp had plummeted by about a full point, and so whatever might have been going on clearly isn’t at this point.
I still hate giblets though. That will never change.
I laughed till tears streamed down my face I’ll probably giggle on and off about this all evening, too.
I almost always buy cut-up chickens- they’re so much easier to deal with in so many ways.
The Neville kitties don’t like duck liver. We gave them a duck liver once, and they just sniffed at it, but didn’t eat it. But, then again, these are the cats who like tofu.
A raw duck liver that’s been sitting out all night in a cat’s food dish- if that’s not the most revolting thing in the world, it’s got to be in the top 10.
When I was (early)pregnant I used to be so flipping tired that I could never cook supper. AH-HAH thought I, I will use my slow cooker (crock pot to you merkins), to cook some supper starting in the morning and come home to wonderful roast.
There was a flaw in my plan. A monster flaw. No one told me what the reaction would be to come homw to a whole house that reeked of pot roast. REEKED!
My husband got to enjoy the roast to the soothing sounds of his wife vomiting and asking “Is the smell gone yet?”
You know, Safeway makes a delicious, piping hot, whole rotisserie chicken for about the same price as a whole raw one. I may never cook a whole chicken in my home again. (Too bad about that rotisserie I got from my in-laws for Christmas last year.)
Oh, you can’t really get the giblets out when the bird is frozen - they’re pretty much glued in there until it thaws out.
10 out of 10. Best rant I’ve read in a LONG time.
My belly still hurts from reading it.
The OP reminded me of this recipe for Mom’s Brownies
And mine - well, as much as I couldthink.
Mostly it was just uncontrollable snickering and actual tears.
Sorry…
Oops! That was in reply to the bottom of page 1. How’d I miss a whole page?! 
A meal of menstruating chicken must be followed by the proper evening’s entertainment- go rent ERASERHEAD!!! :eek: