I just cut up two raw chicken breasts into pieces and browned them to use in tonight's dinner.
[Pause while the people who know me well pick themselves up off the floor and start breathing normally again.]
Yes, that's right. For the first time (probably ever), I took two raw, icky chicken breasts, cut them into pieces and cooked them on the stove.
As I've written before, for years, I didn't touch raw meat at all. I ate a lot of cereal. After college, I worked up to cooking ground beef or salmon fillets and, in the past couple of years, chicken breasts and pork tenderloin -- but only when I could plunk the whole thing into a dish and bake it.
Want to know how I got through it without breaking down? Imagined I was the Swedish Chef. "De cheekin smooshin. Bork, bork, bork!"
Now I'm going to Clorox my hands for the third time and take a nap.
Photo from guardian.co.uk.