daveduke67
Well-Known Member
What's yours and why not?
Mine - chicken - couldn't eat it to save my life. I either wear latex gloves or simply dont actually touch it if I'm preparing it for anyone else.
When I was a young lad, there was an Asian grocers next door to our wool and babywear shop. The place was disgusting and the council was there almost every week regarding breach of public health and/or hygiene issues.
Anyway, one day the football went into the yard and it was my turn to go and get it. Typing this I can almost smell the stentch that came from the piles of blood stained cardboard boxes piled up near the gate. I went in and spotted the ball lodged at the bottom of the pile of boxes so I went over to get it. As I lifted the ball the boxes became unstable and started to fall over - I managed to get out of the way as they tumbled onto the floor spilling their contents - severed chicken heads and legs - hundreds of them rolling around in front of me. I screamed like you've never heard and legged it home. I had nightmares for weeks and my Dad ended up going round telling them that if they didn't sort the mess out asap he'd set fire to it and them too! Not long after the council pulled the plug on them anyway.
Even to this day I just can't stand the stuff - same goes for turkey, duck and any other poultry. Still don't like birds in general (feathered kind) - especially the legs and bare skin they have. Really makes my skin crawl.
Mine - chicken - couldn't eat it to save my life. I either wear latex gloves or simply dont actually touch it if I'm preparing it for anyone else.
When I was a young lad, there was an Asian grocers next door to our wool and babywear shop. The place was disgusting and the council was there almost every week regarding breach of public health and/or hygiene issues.
Anyway, one day the football went into the yard and it was my turn to go and get it. Typing this I can almost smell the stentch that came from the piles of blood stained cardboard boxes piled up near the gate. I went in and spotted the ball lodged at the bottom of the pile of boxes so I went over to get it. As I lifted the ball the boxes became unstable and started to fall over - I managed to get out of the way as they tumbled onto the floor spilling their contents - severed chicken heads and legs - hundreds of them rolling around in front of me. I screamed like you've never heard and legged it home. I had nightmares for weeks and my Dad ended up going round telling them that if they didn't sort the mess out asap he'd set fire to it and them too! Not long after the council pulled the plug on them anyway.
Even to this day I just can't stand the stuff - same goes for turkey, duck and any other poultry. Still don't like birds in general (feathered kind) - especially the legs and bare skin they have. Really makes my skin crawl.