A Way with Words

If I wanted big chicken tenders, I'd buy one. But I prefer chicken parts with skin and bones. Screw those millennials, let them eat elsewhere. I hope that this stupid idea would go the way of Cherry Coke.

I wouldn't want to go back to plucking chickens like my parents did, but skin and bones on chicken parts makes it real, and infinitely preferable to prefab, shipped frozen and reheated, reconstituted chicken parts with emulsified chicken added.

I bought a friend of mine a pair of poultry shears. I explained that buying chicken whole was usually cheaper, required little skill in cutting into parts, and was more versatile.

Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.

I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.

Just another way to give you less food for more money. It will be gone soon enough.

Give me chicken with the bones in it. That way I'm fairly sure it came from a chicken.

I believe "ultra-finicky" and "fast food" are mutually exclusive.

Sounds more like they want to make and sell cat food. It's not the chicken's fault they have tissues that remind customers that this food once lived. I think that's what it comes to, no one wants to think of an over sized chicken living in the dark, unable to stand because it's breast is too heavy to be supported by its legs.

I've never wanted to go to a KFC, until now. Holy crap this is awesome. Time to get fat!