
Why didn’t the chicken cross the road?
Because it had no feet. Oh the humanity!!!
If there is anything I enjoy, it is discovering new Filipino concoctions. I’ve had chicken feet in dim sum restaurants and grilled in the Philippines, but never did I fathom that folks made adobo with them too. I mean, I know it isn’t impossible, but never did it cross my street, I mean mind.
I was at a potluck where I found someone throwing chicken gizzards, livers, and hearts into a pot. It was then that I asked, “anong making ikaw dito?” (That’s my horrible Taglish for “what are you making”).

It was then that I discovered that somewhere out there in the fields of America, a dozen chickens were running around without their heads. And what of the chickens without their feet? I don’t know. I don’t… know.