Well, it’s a good thing I kept my skepticism to myself, then. No need to apologize. In my defense, my Mom thinks that drinking soda will make your sweat sticky, among other things.
I’m going to go with the oyster as well. You can see one being removed and savored 6:30 into this scene from the lovely film Amélie. My wife and I buy roasted chickens from our local market (at $3.99 for an already cooked bird, it makes no sense to roast your own). She’s a perfectly fine cook, but I’m the one who always cuts the chicken up. I don’t insist on it, but it seems to be my responsibility. But it means I get the oysters. Yum!
It’s the kidneys tucked under the bottom ribs. So nicely crusted and a nugget to extract from its bed. You must like bottom of the bucket chicken… The Colonel doesn’t even do kidneys.