Canned? Chicken

Over the past two days three of the Polly Pockets that I have ordered have arrived! I am extremely giddy and excited. After ignoring the urge to have them framed in a shadowbox, I plopped down on the floor and played. I'm twenty years old and I played with toys today. After I got the initial shock of having Polly Pockets out of my system, I cleaned them, and placed them decoratively on my bookcase.
On another moronic note, I also had to restart my computer five times today. I would turn my computer back on only to have my mouse not move. I called it quits until my boyfriend asked to hold my laptop. His first comment was, "are you sure you don't have the keypad turned off?" I didn't even know that I could turn that off, but, somehow out of all of the numerous key combinations I managed to turn off my keypad. Nice. He makes all of my mountainous problems back into molehills. When did he get to be so smart?
I also discovered the wonders of canned chicken, in fact, that's really what this blog post should be about. A dedication to the majesty of chicken out of a tin can. A ballad for twelve ounces of Hormel chicken floating around in water. Until about a week ago I was not aware that chicken could be purchased in a can. While shopping for tuna (which I did know came in a can) I noticed other canned meats. I was aware of spam, having lived in Hawaii and with a grandfather who believed in spam casserole, but then I saw the chicken. Mind blowing. I bought two cans!!! After putting the canned chicken in my cart I though to myself, "now what?" So I scurried over to the Pick A Meat Helper section of the grocery store and bought two different styles of Tuna Helper. I figured if it works with canned tuna, why not canned chicken? After leaving work and awaiting Tony's arrival home, I began my experiment. I cooked the Fettuccine Alfredo Tuna Helper according to the package directions, only instead of tuna I added a can of chicken. It was magnificent and tasted as good as Olive Garden's Fettuccine Alfredo. One day I'll buy organic chicken from some hippy commune I'll become apart of, but until then, I will partake in the wonder, mystery, and adventure that is canned chicken.