It’s not the taste; it’s the texture

So my roommate C-t-P is making dinner downstairs, and the dinner includes little chunks of chicken in sauce, and normally when she’s cooking meaty stuff I fish out little chunks of meat and eat them, because meat is delicious. (Dead animals. YEAH.)

But next time I should first make sure that the chicken is, in fact, already cooked.

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