Here's my weird eats story!
I went to NYC Chinatown, and on
impulse (weird sort of day) bought a little box of chicken feet in
sauce from one of those places with the duck and pork hanging in the
windows.
I mean, all the Chinese folk walking
down the street were munch-a-wunching on these chicken feet, and
seeming to enjoy them, so I took them to a park bench and tried....
I suppose they weren't bad, but
there's so little meat on them and then I imagined, like places
where this chicken used to walk around, and I'm nibbling on his
little feet that he used to walk around on, so I got a little sad
and grossed out and tossed the container in the trash.
PS. Later that day I realized my
mistake. I could have kept the chicken feet, brought them home,
dipped them in red paint, and walked them up and down my roommate's
walls and all over his ceiling. Missed Opportunity. :(