What about chicharrones?
Here’s what I want to know: Is there anyone here who eats chicken skin, and has also plucked a chicken in his/her lifetime?
Because I have. And I will NEVER be able to eat chicken skin. Blech! It’s hard enough for me to gather up enough denial to eat the flesh. . . Eww! I mean, “meat.”
Yeah, I’ve butchered and plucked chickens. I’m not seeing the conflict here.
It’s just that whole process and the gross texture of that lumpy, flabby dead skin in your hands. It’s a different perspective that most folks never get, and it makes my stomach turn to think of eating the stuff.
You mean you’re not supposed to dip it in sauce?
Still passing.:eek:
The skin is the best part of fried chicken.
Only once. It was a lot more work than I expected. Worked up an appetite for that chicken, in fact.
I think I ate fried chicken only once in my life. If I had it again I would throw the skin away ! I never eat the chicken skin . Yuck !
What I do with most of my food: eat about half of it, decide I’m suddenly sick of it, and then throw the rest away.
Count me as another one who has plucked an actual dead chicken. Didn’t kill it though, the older ladies in my family did that, but me & my cousins had to help pluck. Although, I really think I could kill one if push came to shove. I think of all those farm women in my ancestry, and they would not be proud of me if I didn’t have the gumption to get in there and handle business. They didn’t raise me to be some squeamish little “who-does-she-think-she-is?”. And that experience sure didn’t put me off eating up some fried yard bird.
But back to the eating of the skin, I do like a proper skin-to-meat ratio…I don’t like to just eat skin by itself, I like to pull it all off the bone and get fairly equal parts skin and meat with each bite.
Maybe I am just weird that way.
I have an elderly Aunt who grew up as a sharecropper’s daughter, and when she eats a piece of fried chicken…well, lets just say those bones look like ants have been on it when she is done. Nothing but clean bones!
I’ve not done it myself, but my Dad used to hunt rabbits and he’d skin them out in the yard. He also boiled crayfish on more than one occasion, amongst other rural meat-related things (we had a side of a pig in our kitchen once. Literally the left half of the entire animal, head to tail) (and I’ve seen chickens run around with their heads cut off).
I witnessed them all. I still consume meat.
That doesn’t sound right.
Why not? It certainly was weird, but I can confirm via multiple family witnesses I’m remembering correctly.
As a child, I got in trouble on more than on occassion for eating all the skins off the leftover chicken mom tucked away in the fridge.
And that’s a special kind of trouble too. Because, it’s not just mom that’s pissed at you… It’s your mom, your dad, your sister AND brother,. The whole family HATES you! 
Yes, and I’ve also cut off the head and reached inside its ass to clean out it’s innards. Makes no difference.
…is the only way to eat chicken.
Crispy fried skin is the best.
I’ve never ordered fried chicken. (And I’ve never prepared fried chicken)
I’ve eaten fried chicken at picnics, wedding receptions, dinners, etc where chicken was served and it was cooked by frying. And I’ve removed the skin/batter and eaten the cooked meat. Similarly, I trim any remaining fat from a steak I am eating.
Yep, this is a big part of it. Chicken skin is pretty gross.
I generally eat mine, but if there is a little too much fat on the piece I will give it to the dog, who by that time has thoroughly drenched my legs with drool.