Florence Fabricant’s Biblical Obsession with Bird Wings


Florence Fabricant writes in the April 18, 2017 edition of the New York Times that she’d like us to Become a Disciple of Duck Wings.

The definition of disciple is one who accepts and assists in spreading the doctrines of another such as:  (a) Christianity – one of the twelve in the inner circle of Christ’s followers according to the Gospel accounts; and (b) a convinced adherent of a school or individual, i.e., a disciple of Freud.

According to Merriam-Webster, “discipline comes from discipulus, the Latin word for pupil, which also provided the source of the word disciple (albeit by way of a Late Latin sense-shift to “a follower of Jesus Christ in his lifetime”). Given that several meanings of discipline deal with study, governing one’s behavior, and instruction, one might assume that the word’s first meaning in English had to do with education. In fact, the earliest known use of discipline appears to be punishment-related; it first was used in the 13th century to refer to chastisement of a religious nature, such as self-flagellation.”

Ms Fabricant also covets the wings of other birds – namely the chicken.

paterson-reuben-wing-sculptureM-W states that to covet is “to wish for earnestly, i.e., covet an award and/or to desire (what belongs to another) inordinately or culpably. We think she fulfills both definitions of covet in this matter of the chicken’s wing.

Readers of the New York Times rely on FloFab (her self-appointed moniker, not ours) for her culinary acumen, palate, and obviously, good taste. Flo is clear when she states: “With chicken, I covet the wings. With duck, not really; they tend to be sinewy and dry, without chicken’s succulence — or so I thought.” She covets, she’s dismissive and yet she’s open to change. We’re intrigued.

If you’re a duck, you’re in FloFab’s crosshairs: “I’ve seen duck wings on menus in New York, Chicago and Florida.” She actually looks for and notes this piece of anatomy’s locale in her travels. It’s our entire arm from the humeral head down to the elbow and all the way to the finger tips that gets her attention. She’s all about skin, cartilage and connective tissue. We’re sure she’s up on her dental visits in order to masticate and commence digestion of all this cooked avian skin and what lies beneath.

Flo goes on even further in this short article to let us know: “Toro in the meatpacking district uses only the first joint, the drumette, which is smoked and glazed with za’atar and honey.” Aren’t you better for knowing that? At Toro, they only use the shoulder to the elbow. The rest, well, it’s just not worth the dental floss, right, Flo? It’s all about the bicep and tricep at Toro. Add ‘ette’ to just about anything and it becomes something else altogether.

Florence Fabricant’s eye is ever watchful to favor the consumer at every turn. She has our backs when she writes: “I can buy all the chicken wings I want. Duck wings are a different story; even Chinatown butcher shops, where duck is easy to find, tend not to have them readily available.” She goes on to list mail order sources for duck arms. She assures us they won’t break the bank.

All that breaks is the heart, soul and vessel of the being whose body part is coveted.

Florence Fabricant is a disciple of a blissful confident ignorance.

What wings are for:


There is no more sacred bond than that between mother and child. Is breaking this bond worth the fleeting tickle on our palates?

Wings are also for flying, bathing, courtship and countless other behaviors and practicalities.

Wings are not for human consumption. Be vegan.

For more information please visit United Poultry Concerns: http://www.upc-online.org