A boneless chicken breast, milk, canned mushrooms, cream of chicken soup and rice (plus, you may guess, butter) are now all in me. And will be in me again in a day or two, when I eat the leftovers. I based tonight's dinner on a Chicken à la King recipe but then substituted, um, significantly, since I have no flour, bread crumbs, bell peppers, chicken broth or diced pimientos. It cooked, and it worked as food.
It also made me think "Those chickens NEVER would have met without me!"
Not that the chickens have any way to care, but thank you, chickens, for being tasty.