That reminds me of our neighbor. She was one of those women who didn't know what a kitchen was much less what goes on in one. She was in her 60s. One day, she decided to buy a whole chicken fryer and asked my grandfather what to do with it. He told her to draw and quarter it. Well, that's exactly what she did - drew it on a paper and marked the drawing in fourths. She showed my grandfather the paper and, the gentleman he was, he never said a word but laid the paper next to the chicken, studied it carefully, and proceeded to cut up the chicken.
She was also the neighbor who had fits whenever he'd shoot squirrels in the backyard for supper. Sigh...