I read an article in yesterday's USA Today that disturbed me infinitely more than global warming and Tiger Woods combined.
This article sent a chill down my spine as it talks about skyrocketing chicken wing prices, due to their increasing popularity. Apparently every store in America has latched onto the idea of selling chicken wings, and there just aren't enough chickens out there with a willingness to have their appendages amputated for our enjoyment. Stupid chickens.
I have been a chicken wing connoisseur for a couple decades now. I can remember being introduced to them at Clarion's Autumn Leaf Festival when I was in college. I can also remember ordering a dozen of the "Volcanic" style wings at The Casino restaurant in Bemus Point, NY. You could pull a boat up to their dock and eat the wings right there. I got through four of those wings before I had to dive head-first into the water. Ah, the memories.
So I'm deeply concerned about the wing situation, and the possible domino effect the shortage could have. Think about it. I get together with my good friend John for lunch at a great wing place most every week (we're also planning to go there today; God willing, they have not run out of chickens). We stopped in last week, and there were no tables available, so we wound up leaving and eating at a Chinese buffet instead.
Clearly, if things continue to go down this road, and people can't get chicken wings and have to continue to resort to Chinese buffet restaurants, we're obviously going to have to worry about the cat population next.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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