Two Smallish People and One Big Bird

Since the Rangers were playing last night, I wanted to make something for dinner that would require little attention. Like takeout.  Since I'm trying to be fiscally responsible for at least the next year, I didn't want to go down that overpriced road.  Ah, but what did I espy in our local Key Food?  A seven-pound chicken for $5.31. Game on. 

I'm not going to elaborate on roasting a chicken; if you don't know how, you probably don't want to know how, and what brought you here anyway?  (Rubbed with oil, filled with shallots, dried cherries, spices added to all surface.  Start  hot, finish lower.  Ta-da.)  What I am planning on is recording, for however long it takes, what we do with the rest of that chicken.  We finished off our favorite bits, the legs/thighs last night, and are now confronted with a great deal of white meat to use up.  I'm planning some kind of pseudo-Chinese salad (complete with chow mein noodles from Streit's tonight.

In the meantime, here's the shredded chicken I had for lunch, with mayo, hot sauce, and cumin, on the amazing Magic Pop Cracker, topped with yellow Peppadews.  (I had popped the succulent oysters into my mouth some time before noon.)

And after all that, I should've made something complicated, like risotto.  The Rangers were awful.