Just as an aside, re: moldy hot dogs and all, I originally was going to make chicken for dinner, but when I pulled the bag-o-breasts off the third shelf and untied the twisty, I was favoured with an odor most unkind, and upon placing my hand within the bag to pull one of those little buggers out and bring it to my nose for a closer olfactory inspection, my tactile sensor recorded an excessively slimy sensation.
Naturally, I quickly closed the bag and rushed with it to the family room and open the bag close under my wife's nose and asked her to breath deeply to verify my suspicions...
The moldy hot dogs were the back up plan. They typically live in the cheese drawer as a backup and are rarely called upon for duty...hence their miraculous and unexpected state of moldiness.
As for the chicken...well, the wife was out of town for three days this week, and the chicken was purchased just prior to her leaving, and I didn't want to befoul the clean kitchen in her absence, and thus the youngest and I enjoyed the restaurant life like an elderly retired couple in her absence, thus leaving the fowl meat to waste.