Truthful Tuesday Volume Two

• Posted on April 28, 2015
• by Jamie Stahl
• in Truthful Tuesday
• 3 Comments.

This Week’s Truthful Tuesday: I Don’t Like Chicken

No, I’m not a vegetarian.  Yes, I eat red meat.  Yes, I eat turkey.  No, I don’t have some weird religious belief against chicken.  No, I was not traumatized by chicken as a child.  Can we move on?

I simply don’t like chicken.  I’ve tried it fried, barbecued, breaded, boiled, sautéed, marinated, grilled, blackened, and baked.  I’ve tried it cold on salads, hot as a main dish, and room temperature from an abundance of fast food destinations.  I’ve tried chicken cooked at Chinese restaurants, Japanese restaurants, Mexican restaurants, Italian restaurants, American restaurants, Greek restaurants, and French restaurants.  The general consensus is that I don’t like chicken.  As a little A.P.E. in elementary school, there were some dinners that I always looked forward to having.  I loved having hotdogs and tater tots or skirt steak with french fries.  Angel hair pasta with ketchup and green beans or blintzes with sour cream and grape jelly.  Driving to Burger King after Hebrew School to pick up dinner where I’d order 1 double cheese burger extra well done, 1 large fries, 1 small onion rings, and 2 small side salads with french dressing (No judgement! I was a growing girl!).  All of these were favorites of mine.  But those nights when my mom would make chicken,… bleh.  For a while I tolerated it.  I ate chicken for dinner because that’s what we had and I was probably too busy watching Nickelodeon to really care one way or the other.  Then, one day, it hit me.  “I don’t like chicken.  I should tell mom.  I don’t want this for dinner anymore.  It’s gross.”  So, I did just that.  To be honest, I can’t remember the age of this epiphany.  What I do remember is that I was old enough to be a smart-ass and have a mini melt down about how much I hate chicken and how my mom should have known and she should never make it for me again!

You might be wondering what it is about chicken that I don’t like.  I’ll tell you.  I don’t know.  I just don’t like the taste of it.  That’s all.  No matter how many times I’ve tried it, I don’t like chicken.  Oh, but there is one small caveat.  I will eat chicken if it is in chicken soup.  Hand me a bowl of Matzoh Ball Soup and I will empty it, chicken and all.  Please don’t ask me why, as I do not know.  I guess this is just one of the many many reasons why I’m a picky eater.

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