A chicken burger tried to kill me

Last night I made these delish chicken burgers. Mr. ralph and I enjoyed them immensely.

But today.... we are both sick.

I won't make you suffer the gory details, but it looks like we may have had some minor food poisioning. I came home from work early due to stomach cramps and an urgent need for the toilet. Doing that at work in a ladies toilet with 10 stalls is not my idea of a great day at the office.

I really don't know if the chicken was off because it didn't smell, and it didn't taste off. I guess I could have undercooked it.

Please think good thoughts for mr. ralph as he seems to be suffering the brunt of it and thinks I tried to poison him for real!

No seriously he doesn't think that, but we are not well.

Comments

Anonymous said…

I hope you and hubby feel better soon :-(

(I'm glad you have found an Aussie doctor that you like - I didn't mean to be as pissy as I might have sounded in my comment before -I love your honesty and the progress you make in your life. I'm sorry if I was thoughtless and became a meanie commenter)

Lisa

8:32 pm

The Candid Bandit said…

Oh DEAR!!!

I hope you feel a million times better today!

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