They had a book called Watch Out For The Chicken Feet in Your Soup. A boy told the story about his Italian Grandma. I have still not ever tried chicken feet, but who knows?

How did you like them?

well its chicken in a wonderful sauce with little bones.

because of what they taste like and there things I will not eat because of what they are. I would imagine this would check both boxes.

My wife, on the other hand, is a very adveturous eater. She would say "How can you know you don't like octopus eyeballs if you've never tried one?"

and color to soup stock, but I have never seen them in my (rural, southern) grocery store. Back when I was a kid, my Dad brought home a chicken foot that still had the flexor tendon in it and we had a great time making that chicken foot clutch and grab.

There used to be Chinese buffet restaurant in my area that served chicken feet alongside the steamed dumplings. Flavor was okay, but I didn’t care for the texture. Not something I’d seek out.

(pronounced COE-hogs) are large clams. The best way to prepare them is to grind them up, mix them with breadcrumbs, veg and herbs, butter, and the clam juice to moisten. Pack it into the half shells and bake it until the stuffing starts to brown and the house smells like a little slice of heaven.

Once in a great while, a new cook will try to serve them to dinner guests. Whole. Maybe in a casserole, soup, fried or worst, steamed. Hilarity ensues as everybody tries to be polite and it's exactly like trying to eat old tires..

I admit I passed on the chicken feet in the dim sum restaurant back in Boston, mostly because I was afraid of biting down hard on a little bone and breaking a tooth, a reasonable fear in my case. They did smell great and I remember my grandmother putting them into her chicken soups, fishing them out when they'd given up their flavor, color and cartilage.

I've eaten some pretty remarkable things in my life. I do draw the line at liver, can't get it down. Oh, and whole quahogs.