And I was really hungry...

Yesterday I almost ate spoiled chicken. I have some allergies going on right now, so I didn't smell anything when I took it out of the bag and started chopping it up. I mixed in herbs and spices and reheated some leftover rice. I had been thinking about Chicken and Rice all afternoon and I was finally getting around to making myself some dinner. It was only after everything was done that I couldn't stand it and I stole a little piece of chicken and plopped it into my mouth. It tasted funny. Real funky. I could not place why it tasted so weird. But then I remembered that we still haven't bought any organic soy sauce and so we were using some generic brand from walmart. I figured that that was the case and I hoped we bought some new soy sauce soon, because this stuff just wasn't as good. I kept stirring, watching as my chicken was getting golden brown. I couldn't help myself again, I snagged a piece and ate it. It still tasted funky. Why? I looked at the chicken, it seemed perfectly harmless, it looked good. I went back over to the counter where I still have not put away the other chicken breast in it's little plastic Ziploc bag. I put my nose close and sniffed. WHOA! How could I have missed it before? It smelled like rotten milk. It was totally nasty. And here I had been frying it up in a pan for the last 10 minutes eagerly awaiting my dinner. I went back to my fried chicken and felt sick. I had only eaten a couple pieces and I was already starting to feel sick, but I knew that if I let my mind wander it would definitely think of all the ways I would die of food poisoning, so I said, "Stop it. It was only a couple pieces, you will not die." It made me sad to look at that pan full of fried chicken. I had so been looking forward to eating it. I was now depressed. I had used up all those herbs and spices to make it taste good, and now they were going to the trash can. I felt so depressed I didn't feel like eating anything. But I was hungry, and I knew that if I didn't eat anything then I would feel really sick from lack of food. So I called my dad and told him that I had almost eaten poisoned chicken and he told me (of course) "you should have smelled it first" and I sighed. Good news was that we had bought one of those rotisserie style chickens for dinner last night, so I just hacked off some of that and cooked that. Moral of the story guys: don't eat poisoned chicken.