My mother sent my sister and I a text last week. Something akin to, "Hello! Is anybody out there?" It'd been a few days since either of us had contacted her. I'm a terrible daughter. I know. So to defend myself I sent back a picture of a super cute chick which I hoped had the two fold benefit of making my mom smile and give a cute, fluffy excuse as to why I hadn't called. Not to be outdone, my sister sent that center pic of two frozen chicken breasts. And, to join in the fun, mom sent a pic of her decorative ceramic chicken.
Aside from proving that the Fox girls know how to have fun it also reveals our individual relationships with chicken. I'm fairly involved in the making of my food. I generally start making dinner months in advance by planting a seed or hatching a chick. Then I plant/raise it, harvest/butcher it, cook it, and eat it. On a scale from 1 to very involved I am very involved.
But most people aren't. Most Americans hit the grocery store twice a week and shop according to the two most important criteria: Price and Convenience. No judgement here. Just a fact. We shop according to our values. My sister, who works crazy hours and lots of them, values convenience. Hence the frozen chicken that can go from freezer to table in 12-18 minutes.
And that ceramic bird? Well, when mom thinks of chicken she thinks decor, not dinner. After cooking every night for 18 years she deserves a break, yes?
Think about your chicken pic? What does it say about you?