“I have a dream we will one day live in a world where chickens will not be judged by the color of their feathers but by the taste of their meat.” My apologies to Martin Luther King, Jr.
To be honest, the first time I saw anything but a white chicken was when I was in the Philippines. I’ve never seen a red chicken. The plumage on roosters doesn’t count. I’ve seen brown and black chickens, though, as they grazed around our compound in Olongapo. I also saw them just before I ate them.
How a chicken tastes probably has more to do with what they eat than how they look. Those fed with chicken feed are far less tasty than those that forage for themselves.
The Filipinos in the area where I live call one breed “White Leghorn”, another breed “Cantonese” and the rest of them “native”. They’re probably wrong about all of them but the White Leghorn.
I think chickens in America, destined for consumption, are overfed. The meat has more fat than the chickens in other places. You’ve probably been told that chickens can’t fly. Well, I saw them fly in the Philippines. I also saw them hanging out on low-hanging tree branches.
I went to KFC on Okinawa with someone (I don’t remember who) when I was stationed there, in 1987. I remember complaining about the pieces, which were smaller than what you get in the United States. Something tells me they weren’t cooking or importing pieces of overfed White Leghorn chickens.
I can’t tell you what breed of chickens I’ve eaten in the Philippines, but I’ve eaten chickens of all colors, both hens and roosters. Most of the time, I got to see what they looked like while they were still living. When you buy those that have already been cleaned and butchered at the supermarket, you have no idea what you’re getting. You could be eating other types of birds that just taste like chicken.
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