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