Funny story...I got an invitation to hunt at my buddy's Duck Hunting Lodge in Arkansas. He was down a dog and needed a good dog to work for the guests he had that weekend. So I packed up my pots and headed to Arkansas for the weekend. I told my friend to save the legs and thighs off any specklebelly geese they shot during the week and I would bring some andouille and cook a big pot of gumbo. Well, he was successful and saved a pile of legs and thighs for me to cook. He sent me a picture, they still had the feet attached. He he he....
When it came time to cook, I prepped the legs and thighs by cutting the feet off and put them in a bowl in the refrigerator....right on top of the beer. Every time someone opened the beer fridge to get a beer they asked me-"what are ya gonna do with those feet?" I said, "you'll see."
I knew most of the guys there. One of them was extremely squeemish...he about puked when I ate the tongue from a whole roasted pig right in front of him the day before. It is really good...I highly recommend it. Anyways, back to the gumbo...
When no one was looking, I floated a clear bowl on top of the gumbo. Next time 'Squeemish Guy' walked up to get a beer, I reach over and grab the goose feet and while he is watching, I dump it in the gumbo. 'Squeemish Guy' runs outside where everyone is gathered around the camp fire yelling,"HE PUT THE FEET IN THE GUMBO, HE PUT THE FEET IN THE GUMBO!" Then, he pukes in the yard...I had to go grab the bowl out of the gumbo to show him that I did not in fact put the feet in the gumbo. Everyone was laughing their azzes off......