I always rinse and pat my chicken as she advised, and I clean up my kitchen with Lysol wipes, bleach spray and comet out the sink. I’ve been doing it since I started cooking, along with millions of others. I’m still alive and kicking. It seems to me that if something ain’t broke, don’t fix it. In this case, which is the “fixed” and which is the “broke”?
I am not the cook in our family, but fortunately, we do have one. A serious one. My daughter Rachel researched her culinary schools and found San Francisco’s California Culinary Academy fit enough to meet her tough criteria. At least, the curriculum as it was in 2007/2008. After a hard day at work, literally cooking in ambient temperatures of 100°F plus (thank you California weather), she unwinds by….cooking. On her days off, she researches new culinary methods, cookbooks and techniques. So you understand when I say she is serious.
Being serious doesn’t mean somber. Not in her world. She saw these whimsical cookie cutters online and had to have them. This is a visual document of her playing with them. www.culinarianonsequitur.wordpress.com