Early in lockdown I tried to make a chicken soup using some old roast chicken that had gone TOUGH, it was in one of those soup makers. Anyway it ended up like a bitty chicken mess, it did look like porridge tbh despite using no oats I just think the chicken was too tough to be made into a soup. The first run in the machine produced a watery shredded chicken so I tried to add milk to make it classier and it just made it worse, plus it burnt to the bottom of the vat.
It was so bad but I had no idea how to get rid of it because there was just SO much of it, litres of it, like the whole soup maker vat was filled nearly to the brim. I didn’t want to clog the drains with it, I was scared about leaving it out for foxes in case one died and the local Facebook group would hunt me down, I just left it in the maker & put it in a bin liner, paralysed by fear. I know it’s terribly wasteful but the smell was so bad I feel I had no choice?
The bin men didn’t take the bag it was in the first time we left it out so it was left to fester for another week, we were so scared they knew what we’d done and would just never take it. Thankfully they did but duck me the bag stunk by week 2. I felt so bad because they’re key workers doing their best for us I didn’t want them to have to smell what I’d done.
Anyway, whenever I hear chicken porridge I’m haunted by these memories so thought I’d share x