Over the years, I have tried mixing them with milk and the cats still will not eat them.
When I had breeding cage birds, I boiled them and fed some each day to the birds, do not feed them to birds raw, due to the many diseases and easy spoilage.
There is no mystery to my not liking to cook or eat them.
Try living with a father, who thinks he is going to get rich raising chickens, but also thinks he has to be drunk to survive and makes his own booze, so it happens way too often.
I have been the cook for my family since I was 9 years old.
With no refrigeration, you went out to the hen house and got eggs, for every meal....and if dad was on a toot and I did not get them all gathered, you would break the egg in the frying pan and find a baby chick in various stages of growth.
Still today, every egg is broken in a seperate bowl and inspected and never mind the fact that the store eggs layer, never met a rooster.
I love having a bunch of chickens around. And Ducks and geese and the list covers them all.
I can kill them, outdoors, either by hand or axe, well maybe not today, as I am having a bad arm day and typing is not fun.
But, when we have them all picked and you take them indoors to do the cutting...I am gone.
The smell makes me think that I am in the first stages of morning sickness , before the doctor has even told you a baby is on the way.
The hell of it is, my father was right, in the mid 40’s, he could have made it big in the chicken business, if he had stayed sober.
Spring is here, raise more chickens, plant some milo maize, and buy some of the greens that will grow when it is cold, turnip family can stay in the ground, or so I have heard, some of the snow gardners will know which crops work in the winter.
Sell the eggs, if you have extra.
Laughing at myself, as I have tried that one.
Any time the chicken count went over 100, Bill got the “I am going to pull the plug on your incubator look”, he got really upset, when while he was waiting for the water trough to fill, he counted 150 and missed a few......LOL, that was the year that I bought of the Polish crested stock, they are so beautiful, you just keep setting the eggs, to see what is in there, another gift from God.
Pawpaw chopped a chickens head off once in front of me and it must have traumatized me(i don't remember the axe)because after that he would only wring their necks in front of me.
But, when we have them all picked and you take them indoors to do the cutting...I am gone.
The cutting doesn't phase me but it freaks my daughters out, they always leave too.