Alright, let’s talk about something that’s been bugging me for a while – chicken. Yeah, you heard me right, I hate chicken.
It all started a few years ago. I picked up some chicken from the grocery store, nothing fancy, just your regular pack of chicken breasts. Got it home, opened the package, and bam! This awful smell hit me. Like, seriously bad. I figured maybe it was just a bad batch, so I tossed it and moved on with my life.
But then, it happened again. And again. Every time I cooked chicken, I got this weird feeling. It didn’t matter if I fried it, baked it, or grilled it – it just didn’t sit right with me. I started associating chicken with that initial bad smell, and it ruined the whole experience for me.
My Chicken Cooking Journey
- Attempt 1: I tried to pan-fry some chicken breasts. I seasoned them up real good, used some fancy herbs and spices, but nope. Still didn’t like it.
- Attempt 2: Thought maybe baking would be better. I marinated the chicken in some lemon and garlic concoction, baked it until it was golden brown, but still, the smell was kinda off, and it didn’t taste that great.
- Attempt 3: Moved on to grilling. I slathered the chicken in BBQ sauce, grilled it to perfection, but something was off.
I even tried different types of chicken. Went for the organic, free-range stuff, thinking maybe it would be better. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I talked to friends, read articles online, and tried to figure out what I was doing wrong. Some people said I was overcooking it, others said I wasn’t using enough seasoning. I tried it all, but nothing worked.
It’s not even about the taste anymore. It’s like my brain has been wired to reject chicken. I see it, I smell it, and I just can’t bring myself to eat it. People tell me I’m crazy. They say chicken is delicious, it’s versatile, it’s a great source of protein. I get it, I really do. But for me, chicken is just a no-go.
So, yeah, that’s my story. I hate chicken. And honestly, I’m okay with it. There are plenty of other foods out there that I enjoy. I’m not missing out on anything. Except maybe some weird looks from people when I tell them I don’t eat chicken. But hey, that’s a small price to pay for staying true to my taste buds.
I washed my hands a million times during and after, I used separate cutting boards, I disinfected everything. This time, I’ll find a way to have this food.
It’s funny, I used to love those little chicken nuggets as a kid. Now, just the thought of them makes me gag. Life’s weird, right?
Anyway, I had given up, and I don’t eat chicken now.
