Sunday, June 19, 2011

It's the Little Things that Make One Happy

Cherish the little things, relish the small triumphs that make day-to-day living enjoyable. Case in point, I bought a bunch of packages of "Chicken Gizzards and Hearts (Mostly Gizzards)" for $1.69 per pound, and I found an inordinate amount of hearts in the mix. Now, don't get me wrong, I like chicken gizzards, chicken hearts are one of my favorite foods. What could be better?

8 comments:

Jennifer said...

Could never do the gizzards... but livers? YUM! And hearts were ok if one was slipped in...

zombierottenmcdonald said...

Chicken brains?

Admittedly, it takes an awful lot of chickens to make up a pound.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I considered these things crab bait.

Big blue crabs from the Atlantic...now we're talking!
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Jennifer said...

Crab bait. :)

Since I can always get chicken parts... I'd have to side with thundra on this one. Bring on the crabs! Wait...

M. Bouffant said...

Sunday brunch has been moved back several hrs.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

The best crab bait is mossbunker, 'cos bunkers are free and unpalatable (unless you're a crab).

mikey said...

It's a little intimidating when you kill, and hence must field dress a large animal for the first time.

Experienced hunters can hand a deer by it's hind legs, and zip zip zip PLOP, they can drop the whole package of guts wrapped in a translucent membrane all in one pile. But then they take you on a guided tour.

You can eat this. Don't EVER eat this. You GOTTA eat this - it's fantastic.

Pigs. Pigs are different. I swear a seven year old pig is still digesting its mothers milk. You no more than slip the knife in and the SMELL GARRRGGGHHHH knocks you over. How can something as sublime as bacon and sausage come out of that cesspool of rotting garbage?

But, of course, it does. And it's good for all of us to understand what dinner looked like when it first began its journey from critter to chow.

And in a moment of brutal honesty that probably ought to go unspoken, you need some understanding of how these things fit together and what parts are where if you're going to gut and process a chubby hedge fund manager when the great meltdown comes..

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Hmm.. I imagine the liver of a chubby hedge fund manager would be nice and fatty.