¶ In my experience, a chicken is either spoiled or it isn’t, and a spoiled chicken stinks.

Well, that was my experience, until last night. 

I bought the chicken last Wednesday, and meant to cook it over the weekend at the latest. But, one thing and another. I did brine it on Sunday — no smell then. No smell last night, either, when I pulled it out for grilling; except, maybe, just a little whiff. But certainly not a stink. 

My first bite was a bit of thigh. I thought it was musty; I thought of cheese. Kathleen found it sweet. She had the one bite, I had two more. There was no gastroenterological sequel, I’m happy to report. But I’m sorry to have lost my hard and fast rule. 

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