Stay Away From Me
le coq.
chicken.
Blame my tastebuds, blame the bird flu, but I can't seem to stand the thought of morsels of chook going down my throat. People eating it is ok with me until..
last night when I made Other Half some grilled chicken. He seemed to take great delight into sinking his teeth in the tender chicken meat. All that I could see was raw meat. And some red blood. Mind you, the chicken was cooked to perfection, but...
So, no more chicken being cooked in the house. It's strictly fish and meat from now on. Now, does anyone want a tupperware of fresh chicken currently residing in my fridge? Or should I cook a batch of fried chicken for my neighbours' kids?

