Raw Chicken

Thursday morning I woke up and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. My host mom always makes me a breakfast tray with my name on it. The typical tray includes: bread, avocado, ham, cheese, tomato, cut fruit, oats, and coffee. It is a wonderful way to start a day! So Thursday I walk into the kitchen to get my tray and the tray is there, the plates are there, but all that is left in crumbs!! Somebody ate my breakfast.


No big deal. I decided to take the opportunity to make an egg scramble. I go to get a spoon and I see 2 big chunks of raw chicken sitting on the dish drying rack!!!!! I appreciate education and knowledge, and I was happy to be certified by Spokane Public Health Department in Food Handler's Safety, but there are some times that ignorance is bliss. My sister walked in and grabbed a spoon from the rack, wiped off the chicken drips, and started eating. I decided I wasn't hungry because I couldn't stop thinking about how every knife, fork, spoon, cup, and plate had been bathed in raw chicken juice.