Because this will make everyone feel better.

I pride myself on being a good cook...now...but 20 some odd years ago was a diffterent story.
I did the first ever roasted chicken dinner for the not yet DH. It was one of my favs as a kid, and hell, how hard can it be? You just stick the thing in the over and roast it...right?

Well who knew that you had to shove you hand up its cavity and remove that weird, half frozen package of parts? Not this young chickie.

So I just roasted it, sans removal of frozen parts. Needless to say the half cooked, finished product was NASTY!!! and I still get my ribbed about it by the DH....

YUK!!!