It seems some nerves were touched by my chicken post.LOL It was expected anyway seeing that there are so many EXTRA NERVES all over the place.
To the parties concerned, a word of advice: Relax, keep your shirts on. No one was attacking your foreskins. I would suggest that next time, you neatly stuff your extra nerves securely in your boxers/briefs where they will not accidentally get touched.
Meanwhile, swiftly moving on. Ahem… as I was saying… chicken necks!
Ever noticed how well fed spring chicken fries itself in its own oil? Hmmm delicious after steaming. It only gets disgusting when one gets to the neck piece. Eeeeew, there is this layer of yellow, some times white lard that stubbornly clings under the now very precariously dangling loose neck skin. Even looking at it is a feat let alone touching. God forbid bringing it anywhere near the mouth. Gross!
That’s just the layer, it gets worse. There are others that are not even layered, the disgusting blubber of fat coagulates like piles of……under that very loose skin and…… excuse me while I go gag.
Am back and am good. Infact I think I will have an early brunch. I’m settling for chicken. Drum sticks will do. Adios!
