I’m a big supporter of my local farmers market. Yes I’m one of ‘those’, don’t act surprised. And I have special adulation for the grass-fed, farm-raised, slow-smoked ribs and chicken at my favorite Amish stand. It has brought Thursdays to a Sabbath level of sanctity in my home. My boyfriend and I wait in line for the ribs like I imagine Catholics would wait for the host during Depression-era communion: with reverence and like they are rationed. The little Amish girl blesses me with a smile, putting the the body and blood of of Christ BBQ sauce and a mint tea in my hands with the transubstantiated chicken. And I pray that she absolves me of my sins so I can go home and enjoy my delicious bounty as though it died for my sins and I haven’t eaten in a month.
This meat stand has one of five options: half or whole racks of ribs, half chickens, a chicken leg/thigh combo or four wings. It’s so popular that they recently had to start posting a sign with the times that the different items would be ready, based on cooking duration, because I guess people were getting antsy. Logically (at least to me), the wings sell out first because they are small, quickly prepared, easy-to-eat and delicious. They are also one of the cheapest things on the menu. However I don’t see how running out of wings warrants a reaction such as this one, which I recently overhead from an angry, or apparently protein-deficient customer, “Aw man! You all better start bringing more wings!”
This is where my brain did the opposite of whatever happened to the Grinch’s heart on Christmas.
Now, I could take the time to explain the basics of supply-and-demand but I’m going to give all five of my readers the benefit of the doubt and assume that you realize that most traditional chickens only come with two wings, and the Amish aren’t cranking out massive amounts of Purdue-worthy Franken-chickens. And they certainly aren’t motivated by capitalism or angry wing-hungry ding-dongs in the city. They’re Amish for fuck’s sake. They’re not like 95% of the rest of the population in about a million different ways, particularly in the middle of a metropolitan area. So barking at the girl in the bonnet and the zipperless dress when she runs out of chicken wings would be like me trying to Google her brother so I can send him an e-vite to my cosmic bowling league. Unless you catch one of them during Rumspringa, chances are slim that your point is going anywhere but in their evening prayers.
So, to the angry man who thinks the world revolves around his wing consumption, I ask the following questions:
a. Why does some feel that any vendor whose business is doing that well BETTER do anything for his benefit?
b. What is wrong with the leg/thigh combo? It costs the same as four wings and quite honestly, I’m pretty sure it has more meat on it.
c. The man threatened not to come back if they didn’t start bringing more wings…and why the hell would they care? This guy was a complete douche and his lousy attitude would fit in better at KFC, where I’m sure they never run out of wings.
d. I chimed in, “MORE FOR ME!” and proceeded to by $20 worth of their food, making sure to tell them how much I appreciated their food and that nothing they make ever goes to waste in our house.