When I was about 4, and we were staying at my maternal grandparents' house, my mom was helping my grandma make dinner (spaghetti, I believe) and she was working with some raw ground beef on the cutting board. Now, far cry from my being an animal rights vegan chick now, I love my mom's meat sauce as a kid. So I picked a piece of raw meat off of the cutting board and, well, three guesses as to what I did with it...