There are three types of people in this world…which one are you?
In reality, I will not eat it, being unable to resist the puppy dog eyes of my small child begging soulfully for that sweet, sweet crunchy skin.
But in my dreams, I’m eating it ALL.
I guess I’m between types 1 and 2. Sometimes I’m in the mood to eat the skin, but more often I’m not.
I’ll take all I can get, with a side order of Ry Cooder.
Bleech. I peel it off and throw it out.
How is it that we are not yet able to grow chicken skin in a factory and skip the bird meat?
People throw away lovely, delectable, crispy fried chicken skin? That makes me sad, ya’ll…
I’ll eat it and love it, but I’m not eating the cast off skins of other people’s pieces. Gross.
It is the whole point of fried chicken. Without the skin it’s just chicken.
I splurge on frahd chik’n from the grocery deli whenever I have a “gold coin” that knocks a bag down to about $4. A really good bag has thin, crispy skin; more often I have to pull off chunks of breaded skin and toss it. I like to eat a little crispy fried skin with the meat, but not too much - both from a health standpoint and from just, y’know, taste.
So none of the above for me.
Why did you order fried chicken if you didn’t want fried chicken?
I’ll eat mine , enjoy it, yet feel a pang of guilt. The bits the wife pulls off hers go to the dogs. They suffer no guilt whatever.
Missed opportunity to make this a public poll so we know who to go to dinner with… and who to avoid.
A piece of fried chicken is, of course, a total package unto itself. Just pick it up and enjoy! Any sort of “editing” of the perfect piece of poultry leads me to think that the eater should look into buying boneless, skinless, (flavorless?) breasts and eating the sad, dry poultry potholder usually consumed by children…
Eat ALL the skin! (picture this said by the “Hyperbole and a Half” meme girl)
This. It’s like ordering a loaded pizza and scraping off all the toppings.
Because fried chicken with thin, crispy skin is awesome. Fried chicken with a little “heavy” skin is pretty damned good. Fried chicken hidden inside an equal weight of skin, crisped fat and breading is as tasty and healthy as cyanide.
I’ll eat mine. I’ll eat yours. Usually, I’ll eat one more piece than I should, and my 41 year old (fat, fecund, and female) gallbladder yells at me, runs out of bile, and I spend the rest of the night burping ugly burps and wishing I hadn’t had that last piece and swearing I’ll never do that again. Until next time.
“And just send over the skin pieces, so we don’t have to fool with the pesky meat.” – Rosanne, ordering chicken on the phone
I’m not a fan of the skin. I may be enticed to nibble the really cooked edges but under no circumstances will I eat a big slab 'o skin. shudder