...to cook chicken. It just won't work. First she'll worry about the smell. "Is this chicken OK? I mean, is it bad? That's a pretty weird smell." Then she'll cringe every time she picks up a leg of raw meat (with her bare hands) and while the chicken is smoking like crazy in the over-heated pans she'll be scrubbing at her hands convinced that they're covered in salmonella. So the smoke alarms will be going off and three other people will be in the kitchen opening windows and doors (while she's still washing/scalding her hands). Finally she'll hand the job off to someone else and turn to washing lettuce.
All this after she had a hamburger on Valentine's Day and leftover chicken last night. And she thought she was doing so well...
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oh my little lizey. chicken cooking is gross! ew! but you do what you gotta do and you always seem to have the most grounded outlook. to each her own?
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