Thursday, 18 September 2008

All Day I Dream About Poultry Infrastructure

I have less than 48 hours until I leave for Singapore. Want to know what my big mission was this evening? I ate a barbecued chicken foot. The slang is adidas, which is cute enough that you sort of forget what you're about to ingest. And you eat them by sucking off the toes and then chewing the cartilage that holds them together and popping the joints apart, and periodically spitting out tiny toe knuckles. They're not bad until you reflect on them, and then I went out and panic-bought graham crackers.

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