Dear Chicken...
Dear Chicken,
You creep my out. And no matter how much I try to pretend you don't, you really, really do. I don't enjoy cooking you, touching you raw or seeing anything suspect in you. If I bite into something odd...I officially am "off the chicken" for a long, long time. I have started cooking in the crock pot so all I have to do is touch your frozen breast and drop you in the crock until dinnertime. Even still, you give me the willies. Yesterday, I had to pull apart two breasts that were stuck together by some sort of...tendon...and now I am all set for a good month at least.
Chicken, you are just creepy.
Love,
Me
p.s. Pass me a Gardenburger.
posted by Sarah @ 1:55 PM
5 Comments:
I feel the same way about chicken!
I absolutely refuse to eat any sort of chicken on the bone--wierd-o viens and tendony grossness. And! Will so NOT touch anything remotely uncooked. Heeby.
Me too, Me too!! And that commercial where the lady is wiping down the counters with a piece of raw chicken... BLAGH!!! Talk about heeby-jeebies. Yuck.
not to gross you out any further...but check this out...
http://www.jamieoliver.com/jamiesfowldinners/
Um pass me the tofu.
(or organic chicken at the very least)
Hilarious! I can touch it, but I try not to, and I must wash my hands with scalding water for 45 minutes afterwards.
HAhahha...love this post. And if you didn't already post about it, I'd be surprised!
It's one of the first things I learned about you, Ms. Cavanaugh...remember our PLG cooking class--in our honeymoon phase?
Ridic.
But SO remember you being skeeved by the chicken.
Me? Not so much.
But that may be because I grew up poking the eyes out of fish after my dad caught them...yeah...I'm classy.
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