"You can look at the menu but you just can't eat"

This morning I was faced with a "Sell by Feb 7", ten pound, bag of chicken in my fridge.  

Even now the thought of chicken in any form, even chicken broth, is sickening.  I managed to fix it up nicely, I felt, put it on the crock pot timer, and went to work.  

By crock pot timer, I mean a $5 wall timer I bought in the hardware department years ago.  I set the crock pot on "low", set the timer to go on and off when I want (today I set it to cook for 9 hours), and make sure the food is cold when I put it out.  I had also frozen some chicken broth to put on it but I forgot.  I think it is still fine.  

I did chicken leg quarters, onion (not much), ginger (a lot), lemon (a lot), salt and pepper (modest amounts).  

It looks good but it makes me want to gag.  Mentally I want to taste it but physically I am nauseous just eating some dry pretzels sticks.  

I did manage to feed the cats some wet and dry food (separate bowls).  Spotty's an odd little duck he only wants dry food.  He has been sleeping by my head at night which I love.  

And I'm going to bed.