H and I had BBQ chicken on the grill tonight, and it was absolutely delicious! I prepared it, and he manned the grill.
Now, any time chicken is on our menu, I think of my sister and just crack up because she can’t stand touching raw meat, especially chicken. She eats chicken and will cook it, but S spends most of her time scrubbing down the chicken, herself, the countertop, the dishes, and so on. If raw chicken has come anywhere close to it, she’s cleaning it.
I have to admit that, having lived with her for several years, I might have picked up some of her squeamish habits. I don’t mind preparing raw meat, but I have been known to burn a dinner or two simply because I was so focused on scouring counters and sinks that I overlooked the smoke coming from the skillet. Thank goodness H was on duty this evening.
I have to admit that, having lived with her for several years, I might have picked up some of her squeamish habits. I don’t mind preparing raw meat, but I have been known to burn a dinner or two simply because I was so focused on scouring counters and sinks that I overlooked the smoke coming from the skillet. Thank goodness H was on duty this evening.
My motto is: who cares if the food tastes like bbq leather? Tis better to be safe than sick! LOL!
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