I hate chicken. Well, mostly in the raw, uncooked way. Live way, I don’t have much of a problem with. Last time I went grocery shopping I bought some meat since somebody doesn’t think I have enough meat in the meals I cook (for myself or him). So I bought some chicken, but with the understand that he would have to cook said chicken. It goes back to my home economics days in Jr High when I was put on an all boy group and they were more that gross with the whole raw chicken. Turned me away from the stuff from that day on. I never really liked chicken growing up ether, my mom never made in a way I wasn’t grossed out by it (my poor mom and how I criticized her cooking). I will eat chicken if someone makes it for me or if I go out with friends, no biggie. I just really despite preparing and cooking chicken. I tell you all this so you understand how much of a step it was for me to actually purchase the chicken, touch it through very thin layer of plastic.

Tonight when we discussed what we should have for dinner chicken tacos where the main topic of conversation. I told someone that I would put the chicken out from the freezer so it would be easy to cook. He asks me if I could cook the chicken so it would be really easy to put everything else together at his house. I remind him of all that I just shared with you fine folks. As I sit here writing my little chicken rant, my house is being filled with chicken odors. It is not pleasant, no not one bit. I keep walking back and forth to the kitchen, checking to see if they are done. The white state the chicken has taken on the outside doesn’t appeal anymore to me than it did when it was frozen raw. Though I did learn through this event that frozen raw chicken I can handle (I didn’t, I poked at it with a fork and put it into the boiling chicken broth, no hands needed) much much much better than raw room temperature chicken. Everytime I poke the chicken to see if its cooked all the way through, I have to wash my hands. Bet my hair wreaks of chicken smell too, lovely.

So this isn’t to say I don’t like eating chicken (nevermind I started this with a very bold I hate chicken statement). Its more the fact I hate with most every ounce of my being, cooking chicken. The very brave thing I am currently doing should go down in history because I’m not sure when this will happen again. All the germs that chickens carry may boil away in the pot, but yet I’m still fearful. I will get the water as hot as I can get it with as much soap as it can stand and let the knife, fork and pot that were apart of the cooking of chicken soak so the germs will surely die. Go ahead, tell me I need to suck it up and get over my fear of chicken. I wont budge. Do you know how long ago Jr. High was? I very long time ago and this is the last time you shall know of my cooking chicken again. Now I must go wash my hands again.