Last night I came very close to buying a whole chicken.
This would be huge for me, since I have this thing about meat, particularly meat on the bone. I steer clear of any meat that isn't ground. And even ground meat, I am picky about.
In my heart, I really want to get over this ridiculous issue. At the same time, I don't really care if I ever get over my ridiculous issue...because meat on the bone just grosses me out. It just does. And chunks of meat, like stew meat...ewww.
I don't even like cutting up chicken breasts. They're so rubbery and sometimes they have (finger in mouth as I say this) FAT on them. (thank you to my 4 older sisters who terrorized me when I was little and threatened to make me eat bowls of fat)
But last night I decided it was time to grow up. Be a big girl and cook a whole chicken and then tear it off the bone. It would be cheaper, and I mean really? How bad could it be?
I've never ever ever ever bought a whole chicken before, and frankly it didn't look like one chicken would be enough for our big ol' family. But Carlie helped me pick out one that didn't have a lot of blood under the shrink wrap (gross). As she put it in the buggy, I noticed the chicken arm sticking up under the shrink wrap.
Just sticking up, like a big flap. Put your elbow up behind you as far as you can and bend your arm. That is what the chicken was doing as it was going in to MY buggy to be taken to MY home.
I spotted that chicken arm and said "STOP!!!! Carlie, put it BACK!!!!!!!"
And that was the extent of my chicken buying.