Attack of the Killer Chicken Feet

Some years back on one of our first dates, The Girl took me to a restaurant in the China town section of Philadelphia. There I looked on aghast as we were presented with chicken feet in a bamboo steamer. I must surely have looked even more repulsed when I saw the Love of my life pick up a chopstick and get to work stripping those little suckers clean. Ugh. Can't believe I still married her.

Anyhow, since that time I have sworn to myself that I would not eat chicken feet. Not because I feel sorry for the chicken, but because it just seems kind of gross. I know it shouldn't feel that way, given that I have no problems eating chicken legs, thighs and breast, but there it is just the same. Plus, there's no meat on them. And, well, they're feet.

All that changed when I met my friend Miu for dim sum today. She just would not leave it alone and so, just to shut her the hell up, I gnawed on a chicken foot.

Enjoy.