Want to know why? Because my house smells like a fart. Yep. It really does and it's not even slightly funny.
It all started with me thinking that because tonight is our second evening on our new healthy eating plan, that I should go to a little bit of trouble with dinner. So I decided to cook this here. Only I was roasting the whole chicken not the Maryland pieces and I substituted the potatoes for grilled capsicum. I was feeling particularly wholesome and stepfordy when I bought a fancy organic, corn fed chicken from the overpriced fancypants meat shop this afternoon.
I lost my cooking mojo when I became a mum. I used to really enjoy cooking but these days it is a chore so I even surprised myself when I was looking forward to making a nice dinner tonight. I was almost smug as I thought about my fabulous stepfordness. Until I got home.
I opened up the packet that the chicken came in and almost immediately I was overcome with a very very bad smell that would make Rotorua seem like a bottle of SJP's perfume. Tinker, my helpful assistant said "fluffy?" (this is what we call a fart) and I said no, no fluffies. "Melly poo?" No, no smelly poos either my darling. That is the smell of $30 wasted and the real death of my cooking mojo. So we wrapped the chicken into two of her nappy bags to contain the scent and we threw it out.
Not long after that my husband called to say he wouldn't be home for hours and had eaten dinner at work. So that is how I came to settle for a bowl of edamame. I was so exhausted after Tinker's bedtime tantrums and so cross about the chicken that I went for the beans. hmmf.
So that is the first of my Tuesday Snapshot posts. I will take a random photo every Tuesday and post it here to show you something remotely interesting about my day. I can't guarantee it will get any more interesting than a bowl of beans but I'll try my best.