Look, cooking chicken isn’t rocket science—it’s slightly more important than rocket science because it directly affects your Thursday night. A good thermometer costs ten bucks and saves you from spending the next day hugging a toilet. Trust me, I’ve been on both sides of that equation, and the toilet side is not a fun vacation spot.
So next time you’re standing in your kitchen, staring at a raw chicken breast, remember 165°F. Pull it at 160°F, rest it, and serve it with confidence. Your family will smile, your stomach will cheer, and you’ll finally feel like the kitchen hero you were always meant to be.
