She stood on her tiptoes and looked up at rows of packed chicken parts at the meat section of the supermarket. All the odd shapes and sizes fascinated her.
"Mummy why don't they sell the whole chicken?"
"Well honey some people don't need to buy the whole bird. Maybe sometimes they just want to buy some chicken wings for their barbecue." And she pointed to the 1kg pack of wings.
"Oh. They look so different from Grandma's chickens."
She was familiar with the sights of her grandmother's hens running around the chicken coop whenever they visit her during Hari Raya. Sometimes they tried to peck her fingers if she got too close to their chicks.
At home as she helped her Mummy take out the groceries from the car, her little mind conjured up images of 8 winged chickens flying in the air, making their way to the slaughterhouse to be processed into packs of 8 or 16, ready for the barbecue or the grill. Mmmm oh yes now she remembered. Her Mummy's deep fried wings were the best in the world!
"Mummy why don't they sell the whole chicken?"
"Well honey some people don't need to buy the whole bird. Maybe sometimes they just want to buy some chicken wings for their barbecue." And she pointed to the 1kg pack of wings.
"Oh. They look so different from Grandma's chickens."
She was familiar with the sights of her grandmother's hens running around the chicken coop whenever they visit her during Hari Raya. Sometimes they tried to peck her fingers if she got too close to their chicks.
At home as she helped her Mummy take out the groceries from the car, her little mind conjured up images of 8 winged chickens flying in the air, making their way to the slaughterhouse to be processed into packs of 8 or 16, ready for the barbecue or the grill. Mmmm oh yes now she remembered. Her Mummy's deep fried wings were the best in the world!
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