Flashbacks

Discussion in 'Meat Birds ETC' started by suburbanhomesteader, Nov 26, 2007.

  1. suburbanhomesteader

    suburbanhomesteader Chillin' With My Peeps

    Well, you know if you kill and process your own chickens, you have to be just a little off-the-beaten-path, right?

    I had been reading everyone's posts about chicken-foot stock, so this evening I threw a bunch of skinned feet, some celery, onion, and carrots into my crock pot, and got comfie to come read BYC.

    The third post says "cut the nails off". WHAT??? I looked back to the other recipe and didn't see that. Well, dang....

    So, I padded back into the kitchen, took the top off the now-fragrant crock pot, and fished out the feet.

    I took my new Kershaw knife (I LOVE my the two new Kershaw kitchen knives my knife sharpener loaned to me. He said I would never use another kitchen knife again, including my Cutco knives; by jove, I think he was right! I particularly love the anti-slip coating on the handle. It is so sharp that I bumped the back of my hand against the blade, and it cut a micro-thin slice! http://www.thekershawstore.com/Kershaw_8_Chef_s_Knife_p/k9945.htm
    But, I digress...

    So anyway, the feet, plumped up from cooking for an hour, and without skin, look amazingly like little human feet. Or maybe little cartoon feet (since there are only 4 toes).

    I went to Catholic school as a child, and as I cut the first joint off of the first foot, I had a flashback to all the times the nuns would tell me to hold out my hand, and they would wack my knuckles. Was this some strange kind of chicken karma?

    I am also missing the entire first joint of my right pointer finger, and 1/2 of the joint of my left pointer finger (two separate accidents, 30 years apart) and as I chopped off all those little chicken fingertips, things got creepier and creepier. I thought back to my first accident, when I was 3, and lost the first joint of my finger. I thought back to the stupidity of cutting off my fingertip with my new garden shears (boy, were THEY sharp! LOL!). And then I started thinking about every Mob movie I'd ever seen....

    Whack!

    Whack!

    I thought about Lizzie Borden. I thought about the guy who cut off his own finger to escape from the boulder in which he was wedged.

    By the time I had cut off all the little fingertips, the nails were looking decidedly pink, like little dowager nails which had been recently painted, and I felt as though I was hallucinating!

    I probably won't be doing chicken foot stock again...
     
    Last edited: Nov 26, 2007
  2. silkiechicken

    silkiechicken Staff PhD Premium Member

    The mind is a wonderful thing isn't it?

    Oh, and as long as when you scalded the feet and pulled the nail overings off with the skin coverings, it is fine. No need to chop them off. :p

    Now with those cooked feet, get some sweet sauce and start dipping and eating! mmm.. chicken feet!
     
  3. johnnyjack

    johnnyjack Chillin' With My Peeps

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    [​IMG] lol dont think i want to eat the feet.
     
  4. silkiechicken

    silkiechicken Staff PhD Premium Member

    Oh so good! mmmm

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    That made my mouth water.
     
  5. suburbanhomesteader

    suburbanhomesteader Chillin' With My Peeps

    Silkie chicken, you are a better woman than I am!

    The stock looks WONDERFUL, and the meat if falling off what metacarpals I left behind (nyuck nyuck). Someone at work told me she would take all the chicken feet I wanted to throw at her (there's a visual! LOL!) but that by making stock, I was actually ruining the feet for eating, because they were getting too soft.

    I think I will give these to the dogs, except for the long leg bone which seems kind of brittle.

    I gave the dogs blanched feet yesterday, and only two ate the feet; there were more than a dozen holes in the backyard this morning, so I guess 3 dogs kept burying and re-burying the feet they did not eat.

    This chicken experience just keeps getting weirder and weirder!
     
  6. LoneCowboy

    LoneCowboy Chillin' With My Peeps

    Aug 26, 2007
    Longmont, CO
    Talk about flash back. When I was 18 (a very long time ago) I rented a room from a lady from Austrailia. Her mom was a cook as some fancy places anyway. I got room and board. The first night there she made Chicken Foot Soup. Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to die. I didn't know what I had got myself into. It was really gross, looking at those feet sticking outta the pot. I wondered what the next nights dinner would be [​IMG]
     
  7. suburbanhomesteader

    suburbanhomesteader Chillin' With My Peeps

    LMAO!!!!

    I must admit, I had to face all the feet DOWN so that I was only looking at the cut bone; the few that floated "feet up" completely unnerved me!
     

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