Apparently I Hate Chicken Now
I have recently discovered that I no longer like chicken.
I’ve never loved it, but I never hated it either. I’ve known plenty of people who love chicken so much that they could eat it every night. My husband is one of them. I never understood the hype. People always say things “taste like chicken” as if it’s some sort of mark of approval, but I always thought it was just kind of mediocre.
I used to enjoy fried chicken and chicken nuggets, or baked chicken with some good spices. Chicken pot pies were good, too. But chicken was never the star of the show for me. It’s just a vector for other textures and flavors to reach my mouth.
But lately, I don’t even find it mediocre. I find the idea of chicken outright disgusting. I don’t want to handle it raw without gloves. I barely want to be near it cooked. The smell is revolting.
I haven’t wanted chicken wings. I haven’t wanted KFC, which my husband loves, and I have promised him we could have for his birthday next month.
The last time we had chicken, I took one bite and gave the rest to my husband. I think I ended up having some canned ravioli for dinner instead. I just couldn’t stomach the chicken.
That makes two foods I can’t stand. Mac and cheese, and chicken. Two foods that picky eaters stereotypically love. What will my taste buds revolt against next? French fries? Pizza? Will I eventually be relegated to a diet of liver, sauerkraut, olives, and blue cheese?
Tonight, we had chicken again, as it is one of my husband’s favorite foods, and I love him and don’t want to deprive him. I was determined to eat a whole piece. I discovered that if I avoid looking at it or smelling it, it doesn’t taste so bad. The marinade I used gave it a decent flavor. I just had to avoid thinking about chicken or looking down at my plate while it was in my mouth. I found that it helped to imagine it was something that wasn’t chicken. I imagined pork, but the texture was wrong. It certainly was not beef-like. I was having trouble convincing myself it was any other kind of meat in my mouth until I settled on something I have never tasted.
Pikachu.
I am apparently less disgusted by eating Pikachu than I am by eating chicken. This is where I am in life.
I guess I’m eating KFP next month.