Improvisational Adventures in the Kitchen, Part 2: In Which Rachael Ray Exonerates Herself
As you'll no doubt recall, last night I roasted a chicken because I wanted to make Thanksgiving-style stuffing.
I put the Hoosic River bird breast-side-down in a mountain of stuffing, and roasted the crap out of it. Since I didn't have any homemade broth to make the stuffing with, I used a box of Rachael Ray's boxed chicken broth to moisten the bread cubes, which I'd liberally sprinkled with sage. The chicken turned out good, but the stuffing was nothing short of fantastic. The juices from the chicken (and the grease) had inundated the bread cubes, and also annealed them to the bottom of the glass baking dish. When pried off, they added a very nice crunch to the stuffing.
I'd only used a cup of Rachael, so I had half a box left. It had a plastic tab on top, allowing you to reseal it and store the balance in the refrigerator, but that's the kind of thing that always gets pushed to the back of the refrigeration chamber, and starts to smell in a month or two.