My college degree didn't teach me this

Last weekend at Costco, I bought a big package of breaded chicken breasts. I figured that chicken finger type things would be good to feed Andy. Eventually, I hope to evolve to all of us eating together in the evenings but for now, Andy usually eats dinner at 6 pm when we get home and then Bjorn and I eat later so I need stuff for him that's easy to whip together in a few minutes, hence how great chicken fingers would be. Only it turns out I didn't buy those, rather, this is uncooked, but prebreaded chicken, which for some reason ranks high on the ick factor. Although perhaps that's because I microwaved it and started to cut it up before I realized it was raw. Ew.