Tuesday, June 25, 2013
I remember waking in the middle of the night in my funky St Kilda flat and thinking to myself, umm, this is not good.
Initially I thought it was a gastro bug and prepared myself for the usual.
24 hours later I had nearly given up on life and was welcoming death, living on my own at the time I thought I might just be found in a few days if I was lucky. If you have ever had food poisoning you will know what I am talking about. The culprit had been a chicken fillet that I had not defrosted properly, being in a hurry to eat, I half defrosted this piece of soon to be poison in the microwave and then figured it can't be too bad, and I just cooked it, half defrosted and half frozen.
Stupid. Everyone knows you need to defrost chicken carefully.
Except my hairdresser. She was telling me about her super easy working Mums meal - you get the chicken from the freezer, put it straight in to the slow cooker... I told her she was risking her life each time she cooked that meal.
I started telling people about how crazy my hairdresser was and they nearly all responded with comments about doing the same thing at one time or defrosting chicken in the microwave - which maybe is ok if you do it a special way or something.
Some people mentioned how they have cooked a roast chicken - from frozen!
Three years ago I got food poisoning again - not my own cooking this time - and again I could just about see the door bell hanging on heavens door. Fecking chook again. This time around I had Mr H there who returned from a day out with the girls to find me on the bathroom floor looking half the size I was the day before.
I hardly ever cook chicken these days and never cook a roast chook, I leave that for my Mum to do when she visits.
How about you, has a chook ever nearly made you meet your end? What are your house rules for cooking a chook?