And duck feet.
Really, any edible poultry tootsies at all send me into gales of laughter. I’m never sure which foot belongs to which bird, but they all remind me of witches and tickles.
During our visit to Gareth’s Peace Corps site in Yunyang, Central China, we took a trip to the local supermarket.
Gareth and her roommate were there for practical matters: to buy groceries.
But I was there for two selfish purposes:
1) To purchase and eat as many poofy white buns filled with delicious meat and veggies as possible, and…
2) To take photos of chicken feet and giggle.
I bought about eight downy white buns (the correct Mandarin term, Gareth tells me, is bao-zi), and scampered hither and thither photographing bird feet.
You will see from these photos that chicken feet come in all sorts of exciting incarnations in China.
You can buy them raw, to cook yourself.
If you have a busier lifestyle and time is short, you can buy the feet cooked and seasoned… and sitting out in the tepid air. (Oh FDA, where are you when we need you?).
Alternately, if you are a highly active chap or lass on the go, you can buy the feet packaged in shrink wrap, mysteriously not needing refrigeration, and doused in either fresh blood or hot peppers (or both). Wouldn’t those be cool to take to your next intramural soccer game to pass around with the Pringles?
And then here is the best part, for those of us who like freshness to the maximum: in many supermarkets in China, no matter how glossy and modern they are, there is a wing labeled “FOWL POULTRY” in which there exist, bopping around… a whole bunch of live chickens!
How delightful to know that the raw chicken feet turning blue on ice were likely dancing around just hours before in a coop a few feet (hahah!) from the display table.
Should I have gotten a bunch of packets of the Feet To Go to bring home as gifts for friends? Would American Customs officers at the airport even permit them into the country?!
“Anything to declare, miss?”
“Why, yes, sir. These.”