Earlier this week, I was in the kitchen making chicken pot pie. I had a few chicken breasts that were defrosting on a plate and Troy walked up and tried to taste the
uncooked chicken salmonella surprise.
Me: AGH, don’t touch that, it’s raw!
Troy: Why? What’s raw mean?
Me: It means it hasn’t been cooked yet and it can make you very sick, you have to wait until it’s cooked and then it’s delicious!
Troy: OK, I will wait for delicious chicken.
After no one contracted e coli, Troy and I went to the grocery store. While we were checking out, I was holding Troy because he likes to watch the conveyor belt (weirdo) and the grandmother-type cashier lady was making small talk with him.
Cashier: Ooh, are these groceries for your dinner? Everything looks yummy!
Troy: My mom makes us chicken dinner and it is mostly rotten.
Me: Uh, he means raw, not rotten…
Cashier: (staring and blinking at me)
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