So I made this lovely roast chicken on Sunday and after watching an episode of Barefoot Contessa I was determined to use ALL my chicken and make a stock as well.
So today I set out all my ingredients and chop them up and put them in the pot. I grab a bag of chicken and start cooking away.
Fast forward about 6 hours....I'd already taken the stock off the stove a few hours before and my boyfriend was digging around the fridge for his evening snack. He looks at me and asks, "What chicken did you use for the stock?"
"Ummmm...the chicken in the fridge."
"As in the leftover breast and meat?"
I look over to see him holding up the bag holding the carcass of our recently eaten chicken.
Ugh. I feel so dumb right now. The chicken had been organic and pricey and I had thrown about half of the meat into the stock. :(
Well...now at least I still have that *&^?! carcass to make another round of stock!