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Originally Posted by DeltAlum
I don't eat chicken.
I was attached by one when I was six and my grandfather grabbed it, cut off its head and they served it for dinner that night.
I kow of at least two other people who had the same or very similar experiences, and they don't eat chicken either.
Honest.
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My daddy was one. He grew up on a small farm/florist shop, and loved chicken until he was taught how to kill it. It was easier for him not to eat it than to hear him tell the story while the rest of us were.
Oh, and ditto to whomever hates honey-mustard sauce. I absolutely
loathe it, and it seems to be in too many recipes lately!