“Chicken Feet,” by Robert Moll
Mar 13th, 2024 | By Defenestration![](https://www.defenestrationmag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Defenestration-Nonfiction.jpg)
When I was a kid, we had chicken for dinner every Friday night. Shortly after my fifth birthday I figured out how these meals worked: your age determined the part of the chicken you ate. As the youngest, I ate wings. My older brother was assigned drumsticks. My much older sister, white meat.