Last Thursday I attended the IABC/Toronto Ovation Awards Gala 2009. Before we got there, my colleagues and I joked that we hoped the chicken would be good (because there is always chicken at these types of banquet functions.)
Ah, chicken: the default meat of our generation, the not-particularly-delicious-but-generally-inoffensive-meat that every likes...right?
No, not everyone.
I'm willing to stand alone on this one, but, yikes! I could do with a lot less chicken in my life: rubbery, pale-fleshed and syringed full of water and hormones.
I'm off chicken.
When I went vegetarian in high school, it was chicken and not red meat that turned me. I remember the day I decided that I could withstand a break from it for a very, very long time. It was something in the texture, also the sheer prevalence. ENOUGH!
So I guess now I'm a no-chicken meat reductionist that will still eat fish, lamb, pork and beef (in moderation.)
It's nice to have a chicken hiatus, but believe me it won't last long.
You can't escape chicken. It's everywhere.