It’s not much fodder for a journal entry, but this is what I feel like writing about now.

I’ve had two odd encounters with poultry products in this past week. On Friday I went out to Mr. Sub for a sandwich. It was 3pm, and I hadn’t eaten lunch at that point. I decided to get a grilled chicken 6″ sub because I felt like eating something sort of healthy. When the lady pulled out the piece of meat from the counter, I was ever so slightly shocked. The piece of chicken was fully cooked, but it was also sort of pale. Pale, except for the fake grill marks crossing the off-white surface. I’ve seen such these grilled chicken pieces before at other sub locations (either Mr. Sub or Subway) and they didn’t bother me one bit. This time though something just wasn’t right.

Maybe the barometric pressure was dropping and it was affecting my body. It was sort of foggy that day. Maybe it’s the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything all day up to that point. That definitely could cause my mind to do strange things.

I ate the thing anyway, and in the end it left a strange aftertaste in my mouth.

On Saturday, I was in Waterloo meeting for the first time with the rest of FOC 2004, except for one member who’s in Calgary at the moment. FOC 2003 brought us to East Side Mario’s for lunch and a good chat. It’s been a while since I had been in there, but all the same I wasn’t expecting any major changes. I ordered my standard favourite from the place: Hell’s Kitchen Chicken. As I remembered it, it was a chicken breast smothered with a spicy tomato sauce all on angel hair pasta–spicy enough to make my nose sweat. That’s good stuff. When my order arrived though, I was a bit shocked to find that it was no longer served on a bed of pasta. All that it came with was a bunch of potatoes. What kind of deal is that? I wasn’t all too happy. As if it was an omen, shortly after leaving the restaurant I think I ended up having a “reaction” to the chicken.

What the hell is going on with chicken nowadays?? I love the meat, but I shouldn’t have to deal with so many bad experiences with chicken in such a short period of time.

Heh, I can almost imagine the activists among you thinking, “oh, but at least you have a problem with eating chicken. There are millions of people starving each day wishing they had your problem.” Fair enough. I won’t even argue against that point. Still, it’s not like the story I’m telling has to do with me throwing away food. I ate it all, despite anything mentioned.

Me? Pass up eating? Heh.