Friday, October 9, 2009

Chicken Feet (aka Hobbit Hands)

Let it to Lenz to get me to eat something that looks like Hobbit hands.

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.

1 comment:

  1. I have a stash of chicken livers in my freezer leftover from the chicken butchering workshop. You'd be surprised at how many people are willing to kill and butcher a chicken, but are not willing to eat chicken livers. Crazy!
    Usually I make pate, but fried livers, like they prepare them at Easy Street Cafe, are quite delish, too!