I will cook dinner six nights in a row and night after night show concern for the internal temperature of the protien at hand and field wife-esq questions such as, "Do you think this is cooked enough?"
"For sure babe, eat up." Chicken, pork and beef all undergo the same scrutiny.
So on the seventh night we venture out to visit our friends at Kaiwa Sushi. They know us, we know them; they know what we want; salmon, albacore, crab, maguro, unagi, and albacore. Yeah we like albacore twice over. They bring a steady stream of assorted fishes and we gobble that sush right up with no concern whatsoever that all of it comes out raw. Unagi is my favorite, Unagi is eel. Could be eel ass for all I know.
My point is....the human body is crazy. And how is raw fish so clean that it can be consumed without issue and chicken arrives home from the grocery store ridden with disease?
Strange thoughts while driving home last night.
