Later than wanted.

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I couldn't get to it.  Finally, I started.  The chicken wasn't fully thawed, yet.  So I gave it a bath.  With salt and garlic, for... pleasantries.  Got to treat even these ladies with some tender loving, innit?  I set the timer, then completely blew that off, for... another fifteen twenty minutes... before I put two and four together, remembering the timer was for the chicken, and coming up with sixes.  :p

Dried it off, well.  Was going to roast it with the giblets too.  But remember I wanted to use sauerkraut.  How will it turn out?  How the hell should I know!  Works well with ducks and turkeys.  Really.  But, it takes some of their gaminess, richness, down a notch.  Chicken has neither.  But... since I can't find clean brats, I thought I'd use it with chicken.  A fine experiment, either way.

By weight, the thing should take two hours and thirty five minutes?  That seems... excessive.  I'm going to give it forty five minutes, check the temp, turn it (breast side up, to start, is how I do things).  Then, give it another forty five minutes, then every fifteen minutes, to half hour, after that, depending on what temp I am reading.  I hear 165, in the thickest part, not touching a bone.  How... do you know if you are touching a bone?  It's the... idea that counts?  Shush.

I ended up dicing the giblets into the sauerkraut, and stuffing what I could into the bird.  The rest went as a base layer under the fine hen.  Can you tell what sex they are, without internals?  Anyway...  It's going, timers are set (this time I set two, one to let me know the other is going to go, in a bit.  Sometimes it takes two.  Sometimes not even to will work.  But I have some... spare time.  And, the alarm(s) will show how much time over it has gone, so I can... get a baseline idea of some things.  Yeah.  I do what I can, which sometimes ain't much.

Am hungry though.  Ran clean out of yogurt, but I do have fruit left.  Just frozen berries, 13 grams of carbs per cup.  If... you can believe that.  It's what I have to go with, for now, so... go with it I do.

I still have it somewhat warm, at 73.  Often I'll shunt it to 68, even 66 if it's not freezing outside.  Literally, as in 32 or below.  But, right now, I'm basking in warmth, life.  It's so difficult when it gets so cold that my fingernails hurt.  Goth?  I know that, in ways many of them really can't.  Was goth before they were born, and without the makeup and funny clothes.  Wasn't needed.  Just be, or don't.  Dressing up to fit in isn't what goth was about.  Now it is.  Posers.  :p

Well, on to gaming.  Got to get the smell of garlic out of my mind.  I love garlic, and like the smell, but it's... making me hungry.  Already hungry.  Double, treble, quadrupling down?  Or more.

Have a good night, day, and whatnot.  Hope your ribs don't hurt, your feet, ankles, and legs aren't tender and bloated, and that you aren't dying for sleep you can't find.  Or... that you learn to chuckle through your pain, at the oddity of it.  And go do your things, or sleep well yourself.  Later.