When I was a young child my grandma made broth with chicken feet and I loved sucking on the little bones. But we moved to a tropical island (Okinawa) when I was 5, and there were no chicken feet to be had. I missed them, though my mom still made wonderful broth in her pressure cooker.
Five years later, on our very last day on the island, on our way to the airport, we were delayed by an overturned truck at the island’s ONLY traffic light. Spilling all over the road were hundreds of chicken feet!
But when we returned to the US in 1970, stores no longer carried chicken feet.
A few years ago we found a farm with pastured chickens, and the owner had frozen bags of feet and heads. I was so excited to use them in my soup, but disgusted when I opened the pot because they looked like hands. The broth was great, but I could not stand to touch the feet.
I make my broth with wings. There’s plenty of cartilage for thick gel, and I don’t get grossed out. I’m sad that this is all in my head, but I just can’t being myself to use chicken feet.
Btw, I make my broth in an electric pressure cooker in as little as an hour. It tastes just like mom and grandma’s. It’s beautifully clear and produces a thick gel and a lovely layer of schmaltz (fat) on the top. I mix some back in and freeze some of the schmaltz for other cooking (like chopped liver–so good!).
If you are up for it, definitely use chicken feet. But if your head does a number in you, too, wings work just as well.