Last weekend I bought a bag of chicken legs because the price was right – $.99 a pound. Five pounds for five bucks! My plan was to make Chicken and Forty Cloves, where you bake chicken in a bunch of olive oil and garlic, because I like to put the oil on slices of French bread, broil them, then smash the garlic on top. The chicken is sort of optional, and this is a vegetable-free experience for me.
When I got the chicken legs out of the bag, I wondered what those sliver-type things were around the ankles. I kept wondering and wondering, and then it hit me……. they were feathers. Little, tiny, wet feathers. I almost barfed.
I thought about cutting them off, but they’d still be in the leg. I thought about pulling them out, but there’s no way I could ever be brave enough for that. So, I just cooked them all, and when it’s time to eat them (this has lasted several meals), I just pull the meat off the leg, don’t even look at the ankle, and the bone and all doesn’t make it to the plate. *jibblie*
I have learned my lesson. Cheap meat – at least chicken legs from Wal*mart – is not for me.