Chicken dinners are very tasty. Fun to eat.
Preparing the chicken, not so much.
As someone who spent summers on a farm as a kid, I know a little bit about both.
“without a head, Leaning Right wrote:
Chicken dinners are very tasty. Fun to eat. Preparing the chicken, not so much.
As someone who spent summers on a farm as a kid, I know a little bit about it”
I wish I would have been that lucky I worked at my uncle’s farm during summers and he was a pig farmer...
Yeah...I got to watch for where the chickens ran when they got lopped. Seems like a killing cone would have been put up at some point, but no.
My granddad on my mother’s side lived outside of New Orleans just upriver. The levee was literally across the hwy. They had 40 acres and grew corn and other stuff I’ve long forgotten. Had chickens, too. I remember that Grandpa would snatch a chicken by the neck right there in the yard and whirl it around over his head a few times to break its neck. Then came the pluckin’ and the guttin’.