My dad, prefering medium-rare (which I told him was "raw"), complained about my "well-done" insistance, "I don't see how you can eat shoe leather!" He also liked to eat Keilbasa sausage (you know, the stuff with the more than numerous nodules of fat) straight out of the package. Dad's life was quite more than half over when I was born; his arteries closing, he died on the operating table while I was still home on leave (eight days after New year's Day).I must admit, I am a registered member of the "Well Done" brigade when it comes to cooking! To prevent the possibility of any nasty tummy upsets, I always ensure that anything involving meat is well cooked... sometimes to the point of cremation!
P.S. friends, open-air barbecued meals pose the greatest danger of food poisoning and tummy upsets... insufficiently cooked sausages, burgers, chops, etc... something I avoid if at all possible!
The archaic summer cottage (about your age, Foz) my remaining possessions and I have been stuffed into has had its one-time wood stove replaced by a gas one. I had a shutoff installed and use my microwave or old electric skillet for cooking; I became very leery of gas equipment while in Nebraska after a few bad incidents, open-end gas lines during tornado strikes... and the fellow blown though the side of his house when trying to relite his gas water heater. However, there is a chicken in the refrigerator freezer (dead, dressed and packaged for thawing) I was given; I can roast it in the microwave (mine also has the electric browner element) but, to have proper texture results, that actually takes more attention and lower power setting cooking than if I turn the gas stove back on.My trusty Gas Oven is my bug-killer!
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