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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;SBSVC, post: 141309, member: 136&quot;]<font size="3"><i>...the best thing in the world to me are the &quot;giblets&quot; of both chickens and turkeys -- my absolute favorite being the gizzard.</i></font></p><p><br /></p><p>Yourturn, chicken giblets are not (and never have been!) my thing, but I have 2 giblet stories for you:</p><p><br /></p><p>1) When I was a kid, any time we had chicken or turkey, my Mom would throw the giblets in a pot, simmer them for a bit, then chop them up for the dogs.</p><p><br /></p><p>One evening, there was a pan of the simmered chicken stuff sitting on the stove, cooling off. My parents were going out, and my older sister had been instructed to add the giblets to the dogs&#039; dinner later in the evening.</p><p><br /></p><p>Our babysitter, an older lady who had never babysat for us before, arrived, and Mom &amp; Dad left soon thereafter.</p><p><br /></p><p>They were barely out the door when the sitter stuck a fork in the pot, speared <i>something</i>, and popped it into her mouth. She then ate another, and another, and another - basically, she emptied the whole pot...</p><p><br /></p><p>My sisters &amp; I were positively HORRIFIED. We truly did not know that PEOPLE would - or even <i>could</i> - eat those things.</p><p><br /></p><p>The next day, my sister ended up telling Mom that the babysitter had eaten DOG FOOD while she was at our house. The poor woman never was asked back.</p><p><br /></p><p>2) I was 13 and in boarding school, and it was close to the end of the first term.</p><p><br /></p><p>Back then, meal times were rather formal: we were assigned to specific tables, and we had to stand at our places until the headmaster had said grace and sat down, after which time, we could sit, as well.</p><p><br /></p><p>There I was, standing behind my assigned chair, and a huge platter of<i> something </i>was set down on the table...</p><p><br /></p><p>I looked at it in horror. It was a pile of little, browned, misshapen objects of some sort - certainly nothing that I&#039;d ever seen served for dinner before.</p><p><br /></p><p>Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jill, the girl standing next to me, cried out, &quot;Chicken hearts!&quot; as she grabbed her fork, stabbed a little nugget out of the pile on the platter, and stuck it in her mouth.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh my goodness...</p><p><br /></p><p>You can&#039;t imagine the stunned silence that descended over the already-quiet dining hall. &quot;Miss F....., I will see you in my office immediately following dinner,&quot; said the headmaster. After that, the meal proceeded as usual. (And, as usual, I didn&#039;t eat...)</p><p><br /></p><p>Poor Jill got a full month&#039;s campus restriction for her outburst &amp; indiscretion, but she was also unchallenged in her quest to get all of the best chicken guts from that platter....</p><p><br /></p><p>As it turned out, we were served &quot;chicken guts on a platter&quot; at the end of every single semester during my time in boarding school. I figure that they just saved up the &quot;gizzards &amp; all&quot; from all the chicken dinners they served, then prepared them once at the end of each term to clear out the freezer...</p><p><br /></p><p>To this day, the thought of actually EATING any of that stuff really does make me queasy...[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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