Some woman in Arizona, possibly with visions of lucrative lawsuits dancing through her head, tweeted that she was plunged into a spasm of vomiting–not to mention acute psychological distress–when she discovered a chicken foot in the package of chicken breasts she bought at a Safeway supermarket.
She put a picture of it on her Twitter page, and now it’s all over the Internet. Just search “woman finds chicken foot” and you’ll find it. OK, in the photo that she took, the chicken foot looks vaguely like a hand reaching out from under the chicken breasts. But 99% of the comments show no sympathy and lots of contempt for this woman who is so freaked out by an ordinary thing like a chicken foot–especially in the context of a pack of chicken.
I’ve got that beat, though. At my local neighborhood produce stand, a woman came in ranting one day because her child saw a worm in a corncob that she bought there–“and I gotta get him into counseling!”
Counseling? Because the kid saw a worm in an ear of corn? Actually, I think the mother probably needed some counseling, too–or maybe just a swift kick in the kiester.
Honestly, where do people think food comes from? It all used to be alive, you know. As bland and tasteless as they are, especially with the skin stripped off, chicken breasts come from live chickens. And your corn on the cob came from seeds that were planted in the ground and grew into living things.
Makes you wonder about the future of this country, doesn’t it?
Oh, good grief. People these days. ‘First World problems’ is a nice way of saying ‘idiots in the West can’t handle anything at all that interferes with their comfort or happiness’.
“First World problems”–I’ll have to remember that euphemism. The image that usually springs to my mind is a hothouse, full of delicate plants that wouldn’t last a minute in the real world.
I remember being traumatized as a child near fifty-five years ago, by watching my dear friend Henry being butchered. I swore I would never eat beef again. I repented a week and a half latter on a Saturday morning while my dad was cranking up a fire in the Bar-BQ pit. Henry was pretty good, in more ways than one 😉
I eat meat every day, but I have never eaten someone I know.
In America’s beginning, 95% of the population was involved in agriculture. Those days are long gone. Here in the South private gardens are popular, and a few of our elementary schools have gardens for the students to work in and get hands on experience into what goes in raising vegetables.