Recently we were having a dinner for six people - two roasted chickens along with brown rice and an abundance of vegetables. As I cut up the chicken, I thought back to family dinners when I was growing up.
Mom roasted one chicken for the six of us. Were the chickens as plump as these? Did Dad really like the back, neck, and tail? Did Mom really like wings? Did those parts become their favorite pieces so we children could have legs, breasts, and thighs? Is this why we learned to eat the heart (Dad), liver (Dad), and gizzard (me until I learned what the gizzard does)? For some reason I always ended up with the dark meat and that's my favorite to this day.
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