Have you ever done something so dumb that it sort of feels like cheating if you don't confess it somewhere, some way?
I really feel like someone ought to know that today I roasted a chicken upside down. I'm sure I'm not the first person to have done this, but I really do know better.
I basted it repeatedly. I admired its skin as it turned brown and beautiful. I covered it with foil while it rested. But it was only when I went to cut it and I hit nothing but bone that I realized the damn chicken was upside down.
It still tasted really good.