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So-called chicken drumettes My sister lives in Raleigh, and I had gone to spend some time with her and her family. While I was there, her husband’s mother asked us over for supper. Saturday came, and we loaded up and went to her house. We had been messing around all day and had not had any lunch. By suppertime I was really hungry. When we walked in Mrs. Fobes was cooking up a storm. I was always picky about eating anything I didn’t recognize. I asked my sister, Elaine, what she was frying. She told me it was chicken drumettes. We sat down to eat. Everything was so good. I noticed everyone was looking at me. I didn’t know why, but they were. My brother-in-law Charles could not stand it any longer. He asked me how I liked the chicken. I told him it was real good. Everyone started laughing. Then Charles told me I was actually eating frog legs! Oh, I got so sick. So remember: Just because someone tells you it’s chicken doesn’t mean it is. Debbie Trull | Stanfield | Union Power Cooperative |
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