Such a little thing...

But it makes such a difference.

Every Saturday I go food shopping. It's always been that way. This past Saturday, I went food shopping. Nothing shocking there. It's actually a rather tedious experience made frustrating by two very easily distracted children who are prone to wandering off without notice. I come home from each shopping trip with a throbbing head, if that's any indication of how things go.

You would be surprised by how much food those two little bodies can pack away. Food is expensive, so I hunt for bargains. I was outraged by the price of boneless, skinless chicken breasts.

'How difficult could it be to debone and skin them?' I snidely thought aloud. Thinking I was outsmarting someone somewhere, I grabbed a package of (much cheaper) split chicken breasts. I really should stick around long enough to answer my own questions. They keep me from doing stupid things.

What I thought would be merely a 10-minute cost-effective mini-project turned into a half an hour of hell with a dull knife. At one point, I considered turning the knife on myself, but it was covered with chicken fat and ew.

I couldn't swear either since the boy was sitting at the kitchen table avoiding his homework. He'll take any excuse to not do his work and my swearing would definitely distract. The only thing worse than deboning and skinning a chicken is getting a lecture on cussing from an 8-year old.

I've learned my lesson, oh pricing god of the supermarket. I will, henceforth, pay the extra money for the boneless skinless chicken breasts. And a new knife set. You couldn't carve butter with this one.