A couple of years ago my husband fed me some undercooked breaded chicken while I was studying. I was eating without paying attention and I realized it tasted funny and looked at it. I almost died when I saw it was pink the whole way through. Couldn't get the taste out of my mouth.
A few months after that (maybe more) we did a lab experiment involving the decomposition of chicken in different environments. We covered ours in aquarium soil and kept it damp. Every time we went near it, I dry heaved.
Me and poultry have been in disagreement ever since.
If I'm going to eat meat, it may as well be real MEAT lol
ETS: I love buffalo burgers. I used to fantasize about one day owning a herd....
That would probably get to me, too.
I'm a horrible eater and inspect every bite before it goes in so that wouldn't happen to me but I did get a not fulled cooked chicken burger from Wendy's once. Never eat there again.