*snort* My dear departed Daddy in law didn't like chicken, because he was the designated chicken killer in the family when he was growing up.
M-I-L would cook it, and the kids ate it, but he didn't like it. ;o)
One of the things I got over really early in life was being “too delicate” for food prep, be it a chicken, rabbit, squirrel or deer, or vegetables for that matter (puttin’ in a small garden this year). Later in life you get to delegate or shop in a good store but the experience remains.