Steven and I are on a journey to better health through better foods. One of our goals this month is to start making bone broths. So, today we picked up the ingredients for our first foray into this new adventure.
I'm fighting to get over a stomach
virus, so my husband wants to make an Indonesian chicken soup, using
a broth made with chicken bones and some Chinese and Southeast Asian medicinals. Some of the “special” ingredients include things like dried
mushrooms, seaweed, and (dum dum duuuum...) chicken feet. *giggling*
I call our son, Matthew, to check up on
him, and he asks what we're doing. I tell him I am waiting for his
Dad in the car, while he shops in the large Asian grocery store
nearby. I hear an indrawn breath. He asks me another question,
"Ummmm, what exactly is Dad buying in that market, Mom?"
I tell him, "Chicken feet and
seaweed."
I hear a loud gusty sigh as he
processes my answer. “What do you need chicken feed for? Great,
Dad's on one of his weird cooking things again.”
“No, chicken feet. F-E-E-T."
He shrieks, "WHAT!?!? CHICKEN
FEET?!?!" In the background, I could hear our 16-month old
granddaughter yelling “'Top! 'Top!”
I permit myself a cruel chuckle and
answer, "Yep. Chicken feet."
He immediately begins ranting about his
father and his weird food and the whale penis...*snert*
Innocently, I ask him "What. Don't
you like chicken feet?"
Very seriously, he replies, “Of
course I do. On CHICKENS!"....*giggling again*
I did finally get him to relax. I
explained to him, while he was gagging, that it was just part of the
broth; not something he had to actually eat. I have to be honest,
though, the entire conversation gave me the giggles.
--Gina
