Yes, when it comes to chicken men are particular about what part of the bird they prefer. Maybe you were thinking I was talking about the opposite sex. That is a whole different subject. Of course it deals with some of the same criteria. But for the sake of this little article we are dealing with that all important southern food staple, the chicken. Fried, grilled, barbecued, and or baked we men love our chicken, mostly because we love food.

For a vast majority of men, the plump, juicy, and succulent breast is our white meat of choice. That is not to say the thigh and the leg are not just as satisfying to us. But by in large men prefer the breast. And in this case the bigger the better. More meat for the eating. Sometimes we will stray from the comfort zone of the breast and partake in the leg or the wing, mostly at sports gatherings, but most assuredly we will return to the breast.

Really men are not hard to figure out. It is not rocket science. It has nothing to do with left brain, right brain decision making. Nor does it have anything to do with cognitive thinking or the sub-conscious. It is more about the call of the wild or maybe the taste buds. Place a big tender juicy succulent breast in front of us and were going to salivate. Granted there are a few men who prefer the thigh and or the leg over the breast. There is something to be said for that part of the anatomy, but the vast majority of men still want to wrap their teeth and gums around the breast. Let the juices run down our chin.

Dress it in barbecue sauce, Hawaiian glaze, or eleven herbs and spices. No matter the basting, men will eat away the covering and strip the meat to the bone. It is part of our DNA. Leave no chicken morsel uneaten. It is our part in keeping the food chain in order. God knows we do not get enough things right on a day to day basis. Just ask the ladies. But when it comes to taking care of our hunger and saluting the all mighty chicken, we are pretty good at that. Long live the bird.
So in conclusion, the breast ranks number one. Legs and thighs make pretty good eating but run a distant second. And the wing, well if you are going to hang out with the boys and watch a game, then the wing is king. Now for those of you who tuned in thinking this was a story dealt about something totally different, I apologize if this piece put you in a fowl mood. Ha-ha.