So, I live in a more rural-type are.
You can’t tell by how super-savvy and cool I am that I live outside of the city town limits, huh?
And yes, I know my grasp on reality is loose at best.
OR IS IT?
I was invited by a friend who works in the business of farming to lead a session at the local small farms expo about using social media in the business of farming back… oh say four score and seven years ago a few months ago.
Of course it is always fun to be at the front of a room, runnin’ and ownin’ the Power Point, but the coolest part was that I could have stayed ALL day and gone to other sessions.
I totes wanted to hit that one sesh about tractors.
Tractors are HOTT.
Sadly, my schedule did not permit the ALL DAY part, BUT I did get to stay for… what was to me… the most intriguing session of all the sessions of any conference I have ever been to – How to use the WHOLE chicken.
Like, WHOLE.
Not like the roasted “whole” chicken you see at the grocery store.
Or even the “WHOLE” chicken in your grocer’s freezer/refrigerated section.
THE WHOLE BLOOMING CHICKEN, PEOPLE.
WHOLE.
CHICKEN.
Even the comb. Which they called cock’s cull. Which… aaaanywho…
I’m going to show you pictures, so you faint of heart… have been warned. My pictures are not the highest quality either. I was working hard to be a professional (stop laughing), capturing blog-worthy content.
In other words, I was trying not to vomit in class…
AAAAAGH!!!!
I WARNED YOU!!!
THAT, my friends… is comb of chicken.
So. Apparently, these bad boys can be marinated and prepared for the purpose of eating.
EAT. ING.
The bowl on the left is filled with combs…. FOR EATING… the 2 bowls on the right hold chicken feet.
ALSO FOR EATING.
The BEFORE:
The Teriyaki AFTER:
And these are my feet:
Which are NOT for eating.
An aside… I was watching The Doctors one day. (And by “watching”, I mean GAGGING)… They had a guy on the show who said/admitted he bites his toenails.
You read that right… BITES. HIS. TOENAILS. PEOPLE.
Another way of looking at it is… HE PUTS HIS FEET IN HIS MOUTH AND HE IS NOT A 4 MOTH OLD BABY.
He said his wife wants him to stop.
I was all, “HE’S MARRIED?!!!”
Then I looked at my husband and said, “If you EVER….”
I’d have to say, if I was captured my terrorists and they gave me a choice – between eating teriyaki chicken feet or biting my toenails.
I’d eat the chicken foot.
And it has nothing to do with my flexibility.
Nor hygiene.
– Back to chickens –
The coolest thing I learned at the expo was when you are using the chicken for making stock, the chicken must be started in cold water. COLD water.
If it is started in hot water, then the wee-little chicken joints seal and none of the joint juices get to make it to the stock… which apparently gives chicken stock its delightful flavor.
Joint juice.
WHO. KNEW.
For some reason, “Ignorance is bliss” comes to mind…
Lastly, WHO. KNEW a chicken purse could be SO CUTE?!
My one regret of the day?
Not that I didn’t eat Comb of Chicken.
Not that I passed on the Foot of Chicken, Teriyaki-style.
But perhaps that I didn’t spring for that purse.
I mean, I have NEVER seen a blogger struttin’ around a conference with one of those BAD BOYS.
Or is that a girl?
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