Not for Pet

This was a sign found at the Farmer's Market in front of cages of live chicken by D.

Last week, the guys at work were trying to joke around and gross me out by announcing that we're having chicken feet for lunch that day. Instead of succeeding, I was actually rather excited by the notion since I like the stuff (when it's served at dim sum) with black bean sauce ... yum! At that time, our Asian mailman walked in the door and he got really excited and animated by telling stories about how you're supposed to kill animals by first chasing them around to get their blood circulation going.

I relayed the story to D and he found it quite amusing. We got to talking and he wondered if his cooking lady knows how to kill a chicken. I asked her about it the next day and D found himself expecting a really fresh chicken for lunch the next day. Since he had never had the pleasure and have always wondered about it, he wanted to film the event. Unfortunately, the chicken was already killed by the time he got his camera to the kitchen.

Final review of the chicken? D said it tasted very fresh, but found the meat too rubbery (tough?) for his liking.