Yesterday I accidentally managed to feed the whole family a seriously undercooked roast chicken. I don’t know why I felt the need to put accidentally in the previous sentence, it should hopefully be fairly obvious I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m just not the sort of person who wakes up and says, I know today it’s my aim to poison all those I love the most.
I added half an hour to the cooking time, and cooked it at a higher temperature than the cooking guide recommended. I did the juice test and the breast I sliced off for wifey, M’laddo and the wee lass looked fine. Unfortunately I gave them theirs whilst I cut mine up and that’s when it appeared I’d poisoned us all. To add insult to injury, I even cooked the roast spuds in the chickens roasting dish. You know, just to make sure I got everyone.
One call to the doctors later, I was assured all we could do was sit down and wait for the poisoning to occur. If it did. There’s an outside chance we wont all puke our guts up and get terrible runs but lets face it, this is real life and that’s not going to happen is it?
Still, wifey was very understanding, which was more than I’d have been in her place.
The wait then, continues. I am considering doing a full twitter-thon of the impending doom, so you might want to consider blocking me ;)