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.
You true pioneer woman! Way to go.
ReplyDeletegood ceremony and better to keep alive those memories with a lot of fun.
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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!!
ReplyDeleteI 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
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ReplyDeleteI 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!!!