The Woman Who Ate Her Own Leg

Once there was a woman who went mad.
She ate her own leg.

She drizzled a little oil on it. Salt and pepper. Bit of rosemary.
Then she roasted it in the oven until tender.
She ate it with a knife and fork, starting at the foot. With some roast potatoes on the side.
She got a bit full before she got to the knee. So she put it in the fridge for later.
The next day she had cold leg sandwiches, and they were delicious.
That night she picked the rest off the bone with her fingers.

In the morning she woke up and realised that her leg was missing.
She found her dog in the kitchen, gnawing on her femur, and put two and two together.
She figured she should probably get help.
But then she went mad again and made a stroganoff with her left arm.