One of the things I pride myself on is my ability to cook. In fact, I’m a pretty darn good cook if I do say so myself. Where I lack in fashion sensibilities and the ability to decorate a home, I make up for in my cooking abilities.
I make a mean Tortellini with spinach walnut pesto. Just ask me.
There is one MAJORLY GLARING exception to my cooking prowess, however.
I cannot cook chicken to save my life.
Being thrifty, I often buy whole chickens or chicken thighs at the grocery store. (Which, by the way, I miss Meijer so much, it’s physically painful to even think about.) I don’t know why I keep torturing myself, though, because COME ON! I should just spend the extra money to buy the pot roast or pork tenderloin instead of causing myself immense amounts of stress related trauma due to utter inability to cook chicken.
I follow all the recipes I’ve read on the proper ways to cook chicken. I mean, I DO know how to read. NEVER is it done when it’s supposed to be done, though. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever! It’s always that pinkish gray color and when I cut into it to see on the off chance that it’s done, it’s always a bloody. And then I’m so grossed out, I pass out on the kitchen floor and start convulsing.
The first time AND LAST TIME I attempted to cook fried chicken, it was RAW with a lovely, perfectly browned crust. I was so pissed, I almost left on a jet plane to hunt Emeril down, because it was HIS cookbook’s fault that my much toiled over fried chicken was RAW.
Not only do I have trouble with chicken on a bone, I cannot cook boneless, skinless chicken breasts without making them taste like a tire.
Needless to say, this is causing me a lot of undue stress.
Am I the only one who can’t cook chicken? Will I ever learn? Am I doomed to serve RAW chicken for the remainder of my life?
kayla
October 28, 2008 at 11:12 am
that is to cute! i just love your blog.very nice blog site. I found you some how looking for things on our sons irth defects well one of them esophageal atresia and down syndrome and tracheomalacia and so on. Anyways very wonderful, I wish you all the best.
kirida
October 28, 2008 at 11:38 am
I always bake chicken because I’m scared of biting into raw chicken meat.
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Janine
October 28, 2008 at 11:57 am
I hate chicken unless someone else or the slow cooker cooks it for me. I’m with you about chicken.
James
October 28, 2008 at 5:08 pm
the word your looking for is ‘duck’..
haha,your tortellini with spinach walnut pesto sure looks yumm, i love pesto!
How to Party with an Infant
October 29, 2008 at 7:20 pm
I feel the same way about eggplant, sister.
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Devilish Southern Belle
October 30, 2008 at 8:23 am
I can’t cook chicken, either. Well, I finally got to where I could put the boneless, skinless breasts on my Foreman grill and not ruin them.
Deb - Mom of 3 Girls
October 31, 2008 at 12:41 am
Two words: crock pot.
It’s saved me from tough, chewy chicken on many occasions!
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