
We shamelessly stole today's photo of the day from SF Metblogs. It was reportedly taken at the Ferry Building's farmers market. And while we can imagine such a gruesome display occurring in more exotic parts of the city, we always thought this kind of scene was better hidden at downtown's farmers market. Tsk, tsk. Shameful.
Credit: Richard Ault



Better off hidden? Where do people think their meat comes from?
it comes from the supermarket. or kitchen.
"exotic"? like Chinatown? Is that what you meant? I am totally offended by the fact that you used the word "gruesome" and also are making some issue to the glorious Ferry Bldg having to keep dead chickens from your virgin eyes. Do they also need to hide the steaks at the meat market? Or not because you can't tell that its food???
Well, there's always spam . . . the canned meat
that is a disgusting picture
where were they destined for?
When I asked them to cut off the feet for me, the Marin guy looked at me with what I perceived to be disgust and told me to use them for stock.
Yeah, their chickens are superior tasting and humanely raised. And yes I know chickens come with feet attached. But the feet freak me out.
To all you wusses:
Stand up, look straight down, what do you see? That's right - your FEET. Now look at your dog, your cat, your parakeet, your canary, and what do they have? FEET. Birds have feet; cows have feet; most animal products come from something that had FEET, possibly even Spam and Jello.*
If you can't stand the feet, keep the meat out of your kitchen.
Those chickens look remarkably fresh. Makes me hungry.
*BTW When you go to a fish market, did you ever notice that the whole fish have eyes that stare right at you - just like your pet koi.
Looks pretty gruesome to me, though admittedly less so since I scrolled down and figured out they were chicken feet and not mummified hands with long polished fingernails...
Grotesque, yet somehow I still manage to enjoy them with my dimsum. Until I start to think about what I'm actually eating... and what those feet had been stepping around in for their short lifespan... yick.
Shameful? Gruesome? The Marin Sun Farms chickens are raised humanely, which is more than one can say for just about every other chicken sold in this town--the ones that don't look so "gruesome". Chickens have feet -- that's the way they are in nature. If you don't want to buy your chicken with feet, go somewhere else (you'll pay less, but the bird won't be as good). But to denigrate Marin Sun Farms for selling chickens as close to natural as possible is just plain ignorant of how those birds are raised.
I guess you don't want to know that they had heads attached, too?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/marriedwithdinner/
I feel sorry for people who can't deal with food unless it's been processed into a form that doesn't remind them of its origins. But I guess there's a big market for factory-farmed, hormone-stuffed poultry parts and they're welcome to it.
And because that last paragraph made me feel a tad too self-righteous, I'm off to drink a Starbucks Doubleshot. Toodles.
How they are being raised: feet first!
But seriously, why not save this for a "best caption for this picture" contest?
I could literally fricassee you with delight.
Sample: John McCain rally in the rain.
I really think Brock was being tongue-in-cheeky with that "shameful."
For my part, I'm heartily sick of being told I need "to get over" my squeamishness. No. I'll eat my meat the way I want it and the reality pushers can stay on their Berkeley-esque soapboxes out of my kitchen and shopping cart.
it's pretty naive to think that the meat and poultry industries could be 1/10th their size in this country if we had to see what they do to animals when the raise/butcher them.
mmm...dim sum.
Y'all should eat as much meat and poultry as possible.
The rest of us veggies will watch as you get weird cancers etc from the toxins they feed the animals.
Diabetes, heart attacks from the fat, etc will leave more room for us on MUNI.
Enjoy your gristle.
Vegetarian diets do not supply the proteins needed for the brain to fantasize adequately.
That's why your best post-apocalyptic daydream consists of having more space on MUNI.
I, on the other hand, eat meat every day and can therefore imagine piloting a flying semi over the golden gate while firing nuclear topedos at the vicious cyborg whales created by the PETA zombie scientists.