All That’s Wrong with Well-Done Meat


All That’s Wrong with Well-Done Meat

Illustration: Shivali Devalkar


oss, this chicken is raw, cook it more. Are you trying to kill me or what?” The voice came from beyond a bejewelled black t-shirt, bedecked with bling, teamed with a hat turned backward and a beer in hand. Classic couture for the not-so-classy asshole.

The douche that occupied this outfit shoved a half-chewed chicken drumstick in my face as he commanded me to cook a beautifully cooked piece of meat beyond edible limits – into something that tasted remotely of chicken with a texture as dry as sawdust and as tough as a child with dyscalculia being taught long division.