Tonight, as I walked in to the house to the smell of Carolina style BBQ chicken in the oven, The Ravishing Mrs. TB asks me "What should I do with the parts?"
This is typically not a question I get coming home.
Looking at the sink, I see the pad on which the chicken had come - sure enough, there was the neck, heart, liver, and gizzard. Where did this come from? Apparently when she got the chicken, which was cut up, they gave us the whole chicken.
What the heck were we going to do with giblets? Indeed, when was the last time I even saw giblets?
I hate to waste food (especially now with the general malaise of economic uncertainty I always feel just over my neck) but had no idea what to do with them. Literally. Not a clue, except for use in making gravy (which was not going to happen - not a gravy fan and what would I put it on anyway). What to do? Go Internet, Young Man.
Turns out there are several things you can do. After a little research, I am saving mine (via freezing) for this weekend where I am going to try a little experiment based on something I saw: fry them in a little butter and eat them warm.
I write all of that to think of this: I am lucky in that I have actually eaten giblets in the past and know there is something you can do with them and I am willing not to waste. It saddens me - perhaps frightens is a better word - that there is probably a large part of the population that has no idea what to do with such things and even if they do, would rather throw them away than figure out a way to use them.
Someday we may very well be in a place where optional is really need to. How we will fare as a civilization then?