Second Meal

Baked chicken served as my first foray into cooking protein.  It's simple, really: just throw some spices on it, bake it in the oven, and it's ready to go.  However, I must say, prior to this I turned a blind eye to the preparation of the actual chicken. 

To get the chicken ready for baking, apparently you have to cut off all the fat and other parts that you (I assume) wouldn't want to eat.  Now, I must admit, I am not a squeamish person by any means.  I can handle blood, guts, feces, dirt, mud, slime, puss, and just about anything else without batting an eye.  But, as it turns out, things that don't typically make you squirm have a much different effect on you when you realize that you might have to eat them.  Perhaps I will call this the "Fear Factor Effect".

As I was cutting the fat and other less-than-appetizing parts of the chicken, it dawned on me that what I would be cooking, quite literally, was chicken flesh.  While I am a very carnivorous person, and eating meat has never phased me, faced with this realization I lost my appetite.  While the chicken looked delicious coming out of the oven, I could only eat about half of one piece.

Thankfully, about a week and a half removed from this incident, I still eat meat like it's no one's business.   Don't judge, vegetarians.