Well, I suppose it would be nutritious
Beggar’s chicken (chicken looked in a ball of mud)
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Why did the chicken cross the road? To look into a ball of mud..
Well, with a chicken *this* clairvoyant I don’t think I’d have to be a beggar for too long..
Well, you don’t expect chickens to have gypsy caravans with crystal balls, do you? That’d just be silly.
Uhhh… Okay? This isnt really Engrish… I mean yeah, it’s funny as hell
But such a thing does exist :I
I wouldn’t eat it
Well, certainly there exist chickens that have peered into mud, but that doesn’t mean that’s what the authors of this menu intended, since I hardly think the diner is much concerned with what chickens saw in their lifetimes, but in how they are cooked. This post has to be a new low, even for the “this isn’t Engrish” trolls!
specifically, it should be ‘locked’ in mud instead of looked, lock meaning the chicken was sealed in mud before it was cooked, and was taken out after.
Yes! That would be better…
come to think of it, why do they even TRY to do english? (places where english is not common enough)
Until I read this comment I had thought it did say locked in mud and was wondering what all the fuss was about. Goes to show that a little culinary knowledge can blind a person to an obvious Engrish, lol. I think that’s where someone stood on the issue at the time of their comment.
“Well i suppose it would be nutritious” T_T
Not “this chicken looks at mud”
-In the way that they are said it sounds like they cooked it in mud…
if you think it’s not Engrish, then it’s not Engrish in your opinion. that doesn’t make you a troll…
a troll would be someone who went to an obvious, in-your-face Engrish poster, that said something like “I heart the soup of delicious yes apple sauce harmony penis” and then would say “That’s not Engrish!!!” just to get replies.
I’m assuming this meant to say “baked in clay.” I understand it’s the right way to cook hedgehogs, too: the mud sticks to the feathers (or spines, for the hedgehog), then bakes solid. When you crack it open, it all peels off in one, so you don’t have to pluck it.
Cooked hedgehogs? But..but..but hedgehogs are some of my favorite animals when they’re alive and walking about the woods in their cute little prickly overcoats. The very idea – baking them in clay and cracking it open and peeling off their prickles. I’m so dismayed.
It’s all right, you make sure they’re dead before you cook them.
(wailing) Noooo! Please no killing, or cooking of hedgehogs — unless that’s all there is to eat. It would be like eating otters or porpoises or kittens. Unless that’s all there is to eat? In that case, I’ll bring the BBQ sauce. But I can’t watch.
The first thing that occurred to me when I read “beggar’s chicken” was that such a thing might have 4 legs and fur, but I was thinking of rats or alley-cats.
Haha, yup. Beggars Chicken sounds much like poor man’s chicken read; couldn’t afford chicken, used rats instead.
Mmmmm…..roasted cat…………hey, Meowth! Come here for a minute……
Now you leave that nice kitteh alone.
If you are hungry there is the Poo restaurant around the corner.
I was NOT thinking of eating him! I was going to take him out to eat!
Well, La Conejita wanted to put me into a hot oven until I was done, so we really just can’t be too careful around here!
You are right, we can’t be too careful around here. May I remind you that someone ate my face!
Yeah, and you weren’t even cooked!
Do you want to be cooked next time I try to eat you?
Sorry, I can’t allow you a next time. This one took a while for me to recuperate from.
I didn’t mean I will try to eat you next time, I meant………….well……..so I can’t eat you?
You are excused, but only because I know about the Freudian slip you are wearing.
What is that?! I have NO idea what you are talking about!
SS: Look up “Freudian slip”. It’s a term that could be handy to know around here.
You want to roast me? So what, do I just stand there while you all tell slightly insulting stories about me?
No, you laugh heartily at those slightly insulting stories, even when they’re not funny, to show what a good sport you are!
Okay, I can do that.
Not sure about the others, but I haven’t told any slightly insulting stories about you or any other cat.
I guess the roast hasn’t begun yet!
I wonder what the chicken saw for his few last seconds… when he looked in the mud, but then got clonked over teh head for death. Was there a nice little bug? or was it just mud?
It doesn’t say here the chicken died! It’s just a statement. The chicken belonging to the beggar looked into a ball of mud… nothing else! Presumably, the chicken got an eyeful, and then went on it’s way, and lived happily ever after.
I have no idea what the foil-wrapped package is.
Obviously, it’s a ball of mud.
Really? It looks like a piece of marble in a ribbon, squashing a duck..
Not sure what that has to do with chickens (beggar’s or otherwise) though..
I guess the chicken crossed the road for another day. (awaits clonk)
We’ll clonk that bridge when we come to it.
The mud looked back.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
*sigh* Where are all the Bokononists these days?
After the chicken looked into the ball of mud, it was begging for more.
Chickens must be easily entertained.
cluck, scratch, scratch, mmm…..cluck, would you like a tasty little bug or grub?
I don’t know if you’ve ever met chickens – we don’t see them too often here in Cleveland but I knew some personally when I grew up in Massillon Ohio. They aren’t as pea-brained as turkeys who really can drown in a rainfall if they aren’t sheltered (they look up and forget to look down) but the aren’t the Einsteins of the poultry world.
Entertainment for them is defined as “anything I can peck.”
Yes, I have been told that when their heads are cut off, the loss of connection to brain matter is so trivial that the body continues to run around heedless. I’ve never actually seen that, but had a very similar experience with a catfish once, so I don’t doubt it.
Its actually pretty delicious – if you can get past the mud.
That also reminds me of experiences with catfish!
this might actually even be written wrong in its original language too. “beggar’s chicken” is supposed to be the correct name for this dish, and its written as “call flower chicken” -.-
tck, tck, tck, come here my little pretty flower chicken.
maybe it’s lotus leaf-wrapped chicken?
Well, beggars can’t be choosers.
I’m wondering about the Famous Cooked Food in “Hang”.
The chicken looked in a ball of mud… and then got blinded by the truth (-You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!) and committed suicide.
And then they cooked it.
Blinded by the truth
Wrapped up in mud, and then baked a beggar’s bird
This is a famous chinese dish. The story goes that an emperor, while travelling with his entourage across the countryside, happened to chance upon a most delicious smell.
He commanded his procession to stop and found a hobo cooking by the side of the road using the method he had never seen before. He took a taste of the chicken inside and he hired the hobo as a head chef in the emperial kitchen. (Not that he had a choice.) Hence the name ‘Beggar’s Chicken’.
The mud doesn’t touch the chicken itself. It’s wrapped in special leaves first, then the mud/clay goes around it and the thing gets baked like a pot. Once it’s done, the pot is broken for the chicken inside. The leaves are not eaten. In modern variations, foil kind of substitutes for the mud.
*Points at picture*
It says “looked;” not “cooked.
Maybe it was primordial mud and the chicken was waiting for evolution to make it a new partner. Oh and the drowining turkey legend is actually not true. Ask snopes.com.
I don’t need to ask snopes.com. I know turkey farmers from my days in a rural community and one in particular said he’d lost a turkey that way. Good enough for me, since I knew the man and respected him.
I can’t help but think of the Canting Crew and their Hogswatch dinner in Terry Pratchett’s “Hogfather” (it’s that time of the year, innit?), whilst the patrons of the extremely posh restaurant were served what was, effectively, old boots cooked in mud.
In Communist China, mud looks at you!
Here’s eye in your mud!
In Soviet Russia, supposedly, commando troops were trained to cook chicken this way: leave feathers on, cover in mud or clay, bake (in hot coals? not sure). The feathers supposedly come off with the mud, so you save the trouble of plucking the chicken. Mind you, the chicken hadn’t looked at anythingf for a while by that point…
In Soviet Russia, no, that’s too long to work.
Is it my eyesight, or does it look like a duck head by the side of the block?
WTF? Oh, you said dUck head.
It looks like broccoli and a flower to me.
Duck head: Attention: Not to contact.
Don’t you mean “not be struck”?