Sometimes you just have to roast everything. And that is never a bad idea because whatever happens in that oven it creates a magic flavor coating. A little crisp on the outside, a little textural crunch with a slight charcoal and smoked flavor. Some call those carcinogens, harmful substances capable of causing cancer in living tissue. In other words, not only unhealthy but taking all the sexy off my charred coating. You know they try to take everything pleasurable in life away from us.
I refuse to trust the science behind this blasphemy. This is me not wanting to believe that someone I really love is capable of doing horrible things. Remember when the California Egg Commission announced that our beloved embryo was imprisoned for years unwarranted?
And then, who's to blame? The oven? The heat? Am I the one who put these innocent vegetables and poultry through this after sacrificing their beings just to be a tainted meal? I turned my little chicken into a weapon of mass destruction?
Today I decline to comprehend how something so beautiful and delicious can be bad for me. Especially when they start out all fresh and pure and only natural fire is added.
Similar to my beliefs that something as magnificent as bacon could possibly be harmful especially in tiny, thin yet delicious strips.
Blissful ignorance has worked for me so far and I aim to keep it that way.
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