Halfway around the block

I went to the Asian Market today to get some chicken feet for the dogs. Apparently it's a cultural favorite to eat them fried or cooked I guess. But it was the least weird thing in the meat department there. What on earth is squab? Is that really pigeon? But there were all different types of meats and all different parts. It was really an eye-opener and kinda fun that you can feel so lost when only 10 miles from your house. All I know is that the dogs love the chicken feet and they're extremely good for them. So ... for them I lose myself in culture.