Since when did chicken back become so expensive: $0.99 per pound?. I could have gotten some chicken legs, thighs or whole chicken for that kinda money. Even though I honestly think that it should be sold at .29 cent per pound, I had to suck it up and pay the price, because I just “loves” me some chicken back! I really didn’t care about the price. It was definitely going into the cart, and going home with me. It’s probably individuals like myself that has caused the price of chicken back to inflate. We keep going into these establishments and buying it as if it was steak or lobster. So I guess they do what any merchant would do: increase the price simply because of its demand. Well I can’t blame them for capitalizing.

If you want to use chicken back to make stock because you think that it is comprised mainly of skin and bones; go right ahead; more power to you. I on the other hand, will be my usual self and maximize the heck out of this chicken back, by creating an authentic meal or two.

Well I had to clean it up a little, remove some of the unwanted fat, wash it in some vinegar and season it with lots of love. My food makes me happy happy happy. Chicken back makes me happy. Maintaining that happy momentum is key to a successful and d’luscious dish… and maybe that is one of the reasons that I become overly excited when I see food. I refuse to waste good food, and in my opinion, chicken back is darn good food. Matter of fact it is excellent food.

I’m really glad that this time around, I didn’t have to go searching for the meat manager for this chicken back. It was laid out in the freezer as if it was waiting for me. Praise be to God! I picked up a few packages. Remember, it was .99 cents per pound and so meaty. The best part of this meal are the juicy bones. Yes, you heard me correct: the juicy bones! I chew them up so tiny, I could have probably swallowed them if I wanted to. Seriously. All the flavors from the marinade and the sauce seems to creep into every crevice of the chicken back.

Now, I have two, American born children who can’t seem to fathom why I chew my bones. I chew the bones on just about every meat that has tender, chewable bones. They just don’t understand. Actually they don’t need to understand, because as far as I am concerned, they haven’t mastered the art of eating the chicken back the way I do. Can you believe that they still leave some of the meat on the bone? Duh!

Well being the food enthusiast that I am; I always make sure I tell them to leave their plate on the table, because if they ever throw away my good-good chicken back meat in the garbage: hell and powder house!  I’m getting angry just by the thought of it right now. I would scream so hard, the “Kingstonian” Jamaican in me will truly step forward.

Yes, I really carry on bad for my chicken back.
Do they know how hard I have to work to buy my chicken back?
Do they know that I have to hunt down the meat manager in the supermarket when the chicken back isn’t displayed in the freezer, with the other cuts of meat?
Do they know how much love and energy I put into preparing my dishes?
Well dem betta know!
One would assume that they would know by now, since they have been with me ever since I let them out of my womb. But you know how “farin” pickney stay already…they sometimes act like they don’t recognize. So what’s a mother to do? I’m just gonna continue loving them just like I love my chicken back. If I can walk out the entire supermarket and hunt down the meat manager for the chicken back, I’m gonna ride it out with the two loves of my life, my pride and joy: my boys: Robert and D’Angelo.
Damn I love them!