Have you ever seen a Flying Buffalo?
Now regular readers of my posts (and there are one or two) will be aware of my fondness for Americans and all things American. They will also know I have American relatives, so this is not going to be an attack on that country and its people.
I am also aware of not commenting on the cultural differences between our two nations. I mean, look at the trouble Piers Morgan got into just by suggesting perhaps there are too many guns in American society.
No sir, I am not going down that route. That is a question for the American people.
But there is one question that I find difficult to approach but approach it I must.
It is to do with the question of Buffalo wings.
I have seen many a recipe for these delicacies in magazines.
Indeed, I actually sampled them while in Kansas some years ago, and very tasty they were.
Now here I come to the difficult part, and I am aware that I could be shattering many people’s illusions and long-held beliefs.
But I believe that Buffalo wings are really the wings of a chicken.
Yes, I have said it, Buffalo wings are really chicken wings.
They have no connection with the magnificent beast that roamed the prairies for millions of years before Buffalo Bill turned up and ate them all.
What intrigues me, however, is how a nation as savvy as America, a nation that put men on the moon, and gave us such heroes as Buddy Holly, Bob Dylan and Tiny Tim, (😂) can believe that Buffalos could fly?
Or do they know something we don’t?
Thanks for reading.
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