For lunch yesterday, we had chicken foot soup. It was delicious. You would have thought it were chicken noodle soup – it tasted exactly the same – if it weren't for the yellow rubber chicken foot standing in your bowl.

I picked up the chicken foot with my spoon and asked R how to eat it.

“What? You don't eat chicken feet where you're from?”

“No. I've never seen one before in my life.”

“Then what do you do with your chicken feet?”

¶ 6:35 PM