BTW, the picture of the dog has nothing to do with the post, as I'm sure you guessed. I just liked it. ;0)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Raw meat and a wild hare
Actually, I'll start with the wild hare thing first (isn't that what you say when you do some unexpected, crazy kind of thing? You got a wild hare?). Well, for some weird unknown reason I decided to clean out my refrigerator, pantry and three extremely cluttered drawers! This has not been attempted pretty much in years - too many to admit to without thoroughly disgusting my readers. Part of my cleaning included throwing away out-of-date items and junk food. I am bound and determined for my family and me to eat healthy food - LIKE IT OR NOT! OK, sorry about that. So the good thing is I now have a sparkling clean fridge and a well organized pantry that no longer harbors Skittles (sorry, Jon), sugar loaded cereal bars, three-year-old Tootsie rolls, Movie Theatre buttered popcorn (sorry, Dean), who-knows-how-old Italian bread crumbs that were waaaaay in the back collecting dust, and generic powdered hot chocolate that was extremely gross but nobody thought to throw away. Oh, and don't forget the five or six boxes of opened cereal that was stale because nobody liked that either. Of course now I have to go to the grocery store to restock, only this time with more healthy alternatives (let's see how long THAT lasts).
And now to the raw meat. Have I ever expressed to you how much I detest handling raw meat? Well, I HATE IT! Tonight I thought I would surprise the kids with hot chicken wings. I thought it would be simple. However, the wings were frozen (b/c this was a last minute decision) and after I thawed them in the microwave and opened the packages I noticed they weren't seperated yet, so I had to cut them apart. YUCK! I cannot stand the feeling of raw meat in my hands, much less trying to cut through bone and cartilage! Then after I get them out of the oven (they were the kind you cook in a bag with the seasoning) and onto the table, I'm not totally convinced that they are all thoroughly cooked. If the thought ever enters my head about uncooked meat, my appetite totally hits the road and doesn't look back. So I didn't eat dinner with the kids tonight. Let's hope my kids don't end up in the hospital from my cooking. If it were to happen, it would be tonight when my hubby is at the fire station. All bad things happen when he's at the fire station.
Well, time to go. The kids are pestering me to watch the movie The Ghost and Mr. Chicken. I've had enough of chicken tonight, but oh well.