Oh, but what you DO get to eat is so, SO wonderful.
I have to say, chicken wings are my favorite....been that way since I learned the best part of the bird was the wing.
Well, I don't know if that's true or not, but it was the piece of chicken my beloved grandma ate. And she only ate it by default, I'm sure. She was an amazing woman, the one who taught me 99% of what I know about learning and loving about cooking. She cooked for my grandfather and uncles and other workers who toiled 24/7 during "hay cutting time" in Nebraska where my grandfather owned and operated an alfalfa dehydrating plant. When she made fried chicken (which was weekly, I'm sure) she would be in the kitchen cooking forever, then bring all the dishes to the big dining room table. All the men would attack those platters and bowls as if they had not eaten a huge meal in months. By the time Grandma had a chance to sit down to the table to eat the only pieces of chicken left on the platter were the wings.....and that's what she ate, without a single mention about how unfair it was. She accepted the fact with grace.
And that is why, to this day, the chicken wing is my very favorite piece of chicken. Grandma taught me to savor every tiny nibble of meat and skin to be found. I didn't realize for a long time that the reason she chose the wing as "her" piece was because it was all those big galoots left for her.