Our ward had a nice pancake breakfast, as a pioneer celebration. After we were done
We haven't had much luck getting rid of our roosters, so I thought I would bring them to the picnic and see if anyone was interested. They weren't. I can't blame them, I mean, who wants a bunch of roosters? Anyways, I decided it was time to kill them so we can eat them. And what better day than Pioneer day? They did this all the time! I have only killed a chicken once (one that was attacked by the dog), but I just threw that in the bushed for the coyotes. This was the first time I killed one to eat it.
First we started by nailing 2 nails in the piece of wood. The chicken's neck was wedged in there, and then it got beheaded by Joe. This is the part I don't know if I can do. After the head was off we put the body in a bucket, so it could flop around without getting dirt all over it. Once it calmed down, I dipped it in hot water for about a minute. This is supposed to solve the fat that keep the feathers in, to make the plucking easier.
5 comments:
You true pioneer woman! Way to go.
good ceremony and better to keep alive those memories with a lot of fun.
mehdi
I love chicken, don't get me wrong, but I think I would HATE chicken after doing what you did. You have such a stronger stomach than I do!!
I thought I wasn't going to be able to eat it either. But after it came out of the crockpot with the other store bought chicken, it didn't bother me at all
Jessica,
I plan to never and I mean never kill a rooster, pluck a rooster or even look at a dead rooster.
You are WAY more brave than I am!!!
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