The phobia that has no name

I have always been very paranoid about preparing chicken. I obsessively wash my hands while making anything with chicken because I am terrified that I will poison myself and my family. Considering we eat chicken 4-5 times a week, my paranoia takes up a large portion of my evening. Let's just say, my hands are very, very clean.

I recently started preparing raw food for my kitty to help her stave off kidney disease. My friend Deborah is studying to be a homeopath and gave me a book on homeopathic medicine for animals. Included in the book is a recipe for kitties with kidney problems. So I decided to go ahead and try it, as we were having serious problems with Katy not eating. The main ingredient in the food? You guessed it: chicken.

So, every couple of weeks, I grind up raw chicken in my food processor for my cat. The same food processor that I use for my own food. I find myself pondering whether buying a food processor just for the kitty food is over-reacting.

It's not paranoia if the chicken really is out to get you.