When I first heard that we would be dissecting chicken wings to see all of the different muscles and stuff, I thought it would be really fun. However, when I actually saw the wing, I almost threw up. That was gross! I will never know how chefs turn that gross glop of meat into an appetizing entree. The only thing I learned, was when I get married my husband will be doing all of the cooking for sure. There is no way I could ever do that again. Wish me luck with the frog!