Paranoia

I was doing some cooking about 1am Sat/Sun. Why 1am? That's another post. But one answer is that at 1am it's cool enough that I won't swelter with the oven on, so a little food preparation in the middle of the night is a good thing.

Just as I was about to play with the raw meat, I remembered something: this move has been tough on my fingers. I sliced up my thumb in about 6 places while installing a new AC unit; I got a cut on an index finger from something else; the other index finger had a bloody hangnail (literally, I'm not swearing in British); and a few other open sores I'm having difficulty keeping bandaged. The meat was going to be cooked at high temperature for a long time, so I wasn't worried about anything I might do to it. I was worried about me. Should I really be handling raw meat with open sores on my fingers? Something could get in. The wounds might get infected. That would hurt.

Then I thought ... I wonder if any of these pigs had an STD?
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It's tough to prepare food using chopsticks.