Monday, November 21, 2011

And on His Farm He had a Chicken...E, I, E, I, O

Yes, I know.  My dad is a retired agriculture teacher.  I grew up around chickens, pigs, cows, and other various farm animals.  I’ve never had to wonder where chicken nuggets come from.  Today’s activity should not have been that big of a stretch for me.  However, the idea of catching, killing, plucking, and butchering a chicken is not my idea of a fun afternoon!  I consider myself to be a pretty adventurous person, but...
Thankfully, there were only three chickens that needed to be prepared for our lunch.  We had a big comida (lunch) to thank our host families, and what better way to say thanks than freshly butchered chickens?!  I decided to let some of the more eager participants do the actual killing.  Kris volunteered to do one.  By the way, the expression, “he’s running around like a chicken with its head cut off” is very true.  The first bird tried to fly away after losing her head! 
Chicken heads roasting on an open fire
Cutting up the chicken
I could go on to describe the details of plucking and cleaning the chickens, but I won’t.  Some things are better left to the imagination.  Let’s just say I will never take boneless skinless chicken breast for granted. 
Bon Appetite!

1 comment:

Justin and Jessica Jones said...

Dear God,
Bless Susan for many reasons, but mostly bless her for being willing and open to try this. I cannot even imagine.