Kind of a really big deal

Last night I cooked. Now, I've done that before, so that in and of itself is not the big deal. It's what I cooked.

I bought some raw chicken. And I put it on a grill. And I cooked it.

I don't do raw meat, especially not raw chicken. That's enough to make me gag even just thinking about it. But I was starving for meat yesterday. It happens sometimes, as I rarely eat it.

When Evan graduated from college and again later when he got married, he gave me several kitchen-y things: a toaster, old pots and pans, and a tiny George Foreman grill. I've never used the grill because, like I said, I don't do meat.

Last night was my first try with it. The chicken was brilliant and I'm sold. I think I can do it. I even picked up the chicken and placed it on the grill with my bare fingers. No gloves, to utensils. It was gross, but bearable.

I must be growing up. When I do things like get over a major hang-up in my life...

I can't lie. I like my weirdnesses. Many of those "major hang-ups" are things I actually don't want to get rid of. Produces a lot more stories in my life.