I love chicken skin, too. Those diet nazis who threaten coronary collapse if we eat a gram of avoidable fat have a great deal to answer for.

But why steal it? I eat chicken skin right in front of God and everybody, even going so far as to take it from Himself's plate, and so far have not suffered for the practice. (Himself is known to wield his cutlery defensively when he detects untoward interest in the grub in front of him.) Is Mrs Steve so fierce a competitor?