One of the best benefits for me living with someone is that I don’t have to touch raw chicken. I cannot stand touching raw chicken. Do you have any idea how much of a problem this poses for me? I love eating chicken. Absolutely love it. I think this “no touching raw chicken” thing stems from when I had to dissect a chicken wing when I was in high school. I found it so nasty I didn’t eat chicken for years. Seriously.
I tried to find chicken that was cut up already – like for stir fry – but apparently they don’t have that in the grocery stores in Hicksville, USA. Well, at least I couldn’t find it last night. Now because I want chicken so bad I have to cut up the damn chicken. You have no idea what kind of trauma this may cause cuz (in case you don’t remember) I hate sharp objects, too.