After coming home from a chicken slaughtering workshop, Sarah called me in an ecstatic frenzy; she had scored some chicken feet and I was going to come over and try them with her.
I couldn't say no.
I didn't want to say no.
While she parboiled and fried and marinated the chicken feet, I roughly chopped veggies for our stir-fry.
We got our nerve from a couple glasses of sake. And she prepped me by having me read a blog post about eating chicken feet. Honestly, I was more nervous about this food adventure than eating bull testes. Strange, huh?
Sarah's marinade for them was divine. Gooey with lots of heat.
The chicken feet: not so much for me. They're a lot of skin, tendons, and bone with little to no meat. If you love wings, maybe you would like chicken feet.
I'm a breast and thigh girl. And I'll think I'll stick with those.
However, I have a feeling I would love chicken livers...
But I'm thankful that Sarah cooked them and made me try them. I'll try anything once.