“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

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Monday, March 2, 2009

Some of my most vivid childhood kitchen memories come from my mother freaking out whenever we got near raw chicken: "Don't touch that!" ... "Oh, my God! That's RAW CHICKEN! Go wash your hands with Lava and hot water." ... "Did you touch the raw chicken, Ad? DID YOU?!?! ... I told you NOT TO TOUCH THE RAW CHICKEN!!"

I mean, in our house raw chicken was treated like nuclear radiation ... and I'm still not sure why.
Geeze, if they're that unclean maybe we shouldn't be eating them at all.

I'm still TERRIFIED of raw chicken because of my mother's reactions/warnings all those years. But I've been cooking with it for 20 years or so ... and no one has died yet. I think I'm being pretty careful, mom. I even use a separate cutting block for chicken. Honest.


4 Comments:

Blogger Brittanie said...

Raw chicken freaks me out too. I hardly ever cook anyway. It is a lot harder to eat chicken when I have to touch raw than when someone else does which is wierd because I am little germ freak. :)

March 2, 2009 at 6:35 PM  
Blogger Ad Hudler said...

Brittanie: Do you carry a bottle of Purell in your purse?

March 3, 2009 at 11:28 AM  
Blogger Brittanie said...

I have germ wipes!

March 3, 2009 at 6:21 PM  
Blogger Papa Zook said...

Raw chicken freak because of my mom - party of two.

March 4, 2009 at 11:17 AM  

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