I just made these chicken spinach roll-ups I found on the internet and under-cooked them by 15 minutes because I didn't read the recipe carefully. Mom, my son, and I were all digging in and talking about how good it tasted when I realized the texture wasn't quite right. It was the right color, and I didn't see any red juice (chicken breast meat), but I took it up to my husband (who hates spinach and wasn't eating it) so he could diagnose it.

Raw chicken, he said.

So I put the uneaten remains back in the dish, baked it another 20 minutes, washed the plates and utensils, and we ate some more--it wasn't like I had any other food to offer--but the thrill was gone, to say the least. Mom is nonchalant about it, but I'm feeling pretty sick with fear that I've given her chicken poisoning (son's term). I feel like he and I can weather a bout of diarrhea, but I'm terrified to think of Mom getting very sick. And we won't know for sure for like 72 hours.