I'm at Hartz chicken buffet at least twice a week. I guess I love a deal and getting over. I sure like them "gizzards", kinda taste like squirrel. Just wondering do any of you know exactly what gizzards are? Do you know what I'm talking about? have you tried them? ------------------ Sometimes you gotta do the next best thing!
I thought they were actually chicken stomachs. Maybe yes maybe no? ------------------ ZRB isn't negative, he's just misunderstood.
they're around the neck area I thought. Definitely not stomach. ------------------ "Hey Snoop Dog, I got my bi-yatch to make you some muffins."
Sorry, great one, but you're wrong here. This is from Dictionary.com: giz·zard (gzrd) n. A modified muscular pouch immediately behind the stomach in the alimentary canal of birds, having a thick lining and often containing ingested grit, which aids in the mechanical breakdown of seeds before digestion. ------------------ Behad Sergeant at Arms of the Clutch BBS
I used to work in a chicken processing plant. A gizzard is an internal organ, like the liver or heart, except the flesh is much tougher. They are smaller than livers and are bowl-shaped. When they first come out of the chicken they have a rough yellow layer, almost paper-like in texture, on the inside, which usually has bits of grit as mentioned in the dictionary.com definition. These yellow layers are generally removed by a type of grinding machine, though they can be picked off by hand. Sometimes, one or more will slip through and end up in a box of gizzards. Personally, I find chicken gizzards to be absolutely disgusting. The meat is tough and gritty. Of course, spending countless summer hours in a hot, steamy plant surrounded by strands of streaming chicken guts passing by on overhead conveyers; having droplets of blood and gut-juice dropping down onto your shoulders; having to handle the soft, hot, slimy organ meat; having to feel the hot squishyness of the guts as you pull them from the body cavity with a sick sucking sound, bits occasionally flying up onto your face, which you can't wipe off because your gloved hands are smeared with gore; struggling to keep up with the speed of the line; sweating, choking and gagging, always on the verge of throwing up; having to breathe the wet, smelly, sticky, bloody steam into your lungs for 8 or more hours a day; working fast, but working in constant fear that the gall sack on the next liver you handle will burst open and the green bile will squirt up into your eye -- one of the most painful experiences imaginable; watching the guts with all their horrible different colors - blueish intestines, bright red hearts, brown livers, gross cloud-shaped yellow blobs of fat - watching them go by on a conveyer belt, having to push them with both hands, watching them slip down a metal chute, a sickening myriad of terrible colors, watching them slurp down into a big cylindar where they swirl, swirl, swirl, slurping; struggling to pretend you're somewhere else, almost succeeding, but then opening your eyes to the horror seconds later; feeling the seconds tick by, looking up to the clock thinking it's three but finding out it's only one-thirty; being surrounded by guts, guts, GUTS...... the neverending GUTS! All that probably influenced my opinion of gizzards.. ------------------ My dream job is to be a Houston Rockets towel boy.
I'm so sorry to hear that. And I thought my summer job selling books door-to-door sucked. ------------------ In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.
My gosh, Fadeaway, that was one of the most descriptive things I've ever read. Truly great writing! ------------------
behad, you're right. I guess I always thought that becuz the gizzard kinda looks like an adaom's apple, but chickens don't have those. ------------------ "Hey Snoop Dog, I got my bi-yatch to make you some muffins."
At UT, some guy always passes out a flier about "you can earn 10,000 this summer." So, the fifty or so suckers that fall for it and listen to the spiel. It was selling books in North Carolina, only you had to buy the books first or something. Here's the kicker : the guy said they only selected 4 out of every 100 guys, lol. Well, through the process of elimination (i.e., you don't have a car, etc.) there did end up being 4 of us. Nice "selecting", huh ? Anyways, I turned it down. I'm glad I did. ------------------ "Hey Snoop Dog, I got my bi-yatch to make you some muffins."
I guess you've never seen what farmers do to tomatoes when the sheep are gone, huh ? ------------------ "Hey Snoop Dog, I got my bi-yatch to make you some muffins."
fadeway, I'm laughing my ass off; tears running down my face; wondering if i will be able to read the next sentence without bursting in laughter; a pain deep in my stomach; oh my side hurts; time comes to a stand still; sickening grayish phlegm dripping out of my nose; unable to wipe it away because I need to wipe my tears away instead, so I can try to read another sentence; hopelessly reading line after line trying to keep up, but knowing bile my enter my esophagus and burn my chest cavity as my adams apple does a dirty dance; oops i just pissed in my pants. gotta go.
After hearing the real deal about gizzards, what can you say?..Gotta love it! ------------------ Sometimes you gotta do the next best thing!
