I thought it tasted funny

So. My cooking is a comedy of errors at the best of times and last night was no different. I got up off my scrawny ass and cooked. I collected a few examples of creamy chicken and rice and went off to wing it. Well, the chicken I bought for just such a recipe had gone bad sitting in my refrigerator for a few days. No big deal, I've got more in the freezer. I like lots of black pepper in mine. I forgot that I'd run out months ago and keep forgetting to buy more, so only a few dashes there. A little of this, a little of that later and I've got food!

Only it tastes funny. No matter what magic I work with the spices, I can't get it to lose that funky edge. So after a small bowl, I make room in the refrigerator by taking out my expired milk and leaving it on the counter for tomorrow when I change the trash bag. It isn't until the next day that I realize I had let what was left of my good milk go sour on the counter. Which means that I used my very, very expired milk to make the chicken and rice.

I don't know why I bother sometimes. So today I made spaghetti, with sauce from a can. Easy, idiot proof, good. We have a winner.