At a family gathering last summer, my wife’s mom asked me to cook some meat from a deer that my father-in-law had shot. It was his first, and nobody seemed to know exactly what to do with it. The flesh of said deer resided in a cache of unlabeled Ziplocs in a chest freezer in the basement.
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There are microbes everywhere. Most are just fine for us. It's the dangerous ones that prompt disinfectants and gloves. But are you cleaning all the germiest places?