Thank you- I have made them in lentil casseroles, and while I like them on first eating, there is this gooeyness on reheating that seems to remind me I am eating flesh. I am sort of a reluctant meat eater, because I need protein like woah, so I must eat meat, but I am sort of appalled by it. Maybe if I just cook enough for one meal, instead of my usual four days of the same thing....

I think that maybe shredding it off the bone for reheating might help the ickyness of it.

I have some chicken thighs in the freezer and now I have an idea what to do with them.

And for the record, I should say Gar, your "vaguely Morrocan chicken" is a) awesome and b) has inspired a lot of experimentation. So um, thanks.

Dude, I've gotten no worse than the pumice but honestly, if they came at me with razors or graters, I'd flee. My feet don't need those, except for the stupid corn that I'm pretty sure is from unofficially breaking my baby toe by trying to separate it from its neighbor with a table leg. It sits funny now. Have to acidize it out of existance every few years.

I think that maybe shredding it off the bone for reheating might help the ickyness of it.

I do chicken enchiladas sometimes based sort of on an ATK technique where you cook the chicken in the enchilada sauce before putting it all together. I use boneless chicken thighs, but I think if you basically stewed the leg quarters in the sauce and then pulled it off the bone and went from there, it would be awesome.

And yes, cook one, put the rest in the freezer.

Sorry sara, yes please! I had to change into comfy clothes and wash my face. Lucky is getting his second bath today. Now we need him and Oz to get along.

It looks like he was running with a large black lab, so we hope he's not an alpha. Oz wasn't until Max died, but now he's all alpha.

I've got carrot sticks and hummus. It's not quite the same as chips and guacamole, but I guess it'll do.

OK, here's an attempt for Daisy: [link] [link] [link] [link] [link]

I think that first one is Oz. And Heather, I don't know I've ever seen you with your hair up. You rock it.

Thanks! The wind was insane today, so I fear the hair looked crazy.

Boo! FB tells me the Lucky photos are unavailable. But, Daisy Jane, you and your DH are my heroes. Bless him for his bravery and you for your enthusiastic care-giving. Lucky is, indeed.

I don't know what possessed me, but I just stuck my arm out and made a fist and then yelled "NO!" like some kind of demon. The dog stopped dead in his tracks and went back to his yard.

Steph, you did the exact right thing. Claiming your space is all a dog usually needs to back off. Good one! And you are absolutely right about running. Some folks think stuff like 'don't show fear', the truth is, don't act like prey and you won't spark that instinct to kick in.

Good on ya both!