“She is just like millions of oldtime Grammas that would wring a chickens neck then make the best Sunday dinner..
Go Sarah Go!”
I can’t tell you how many times I watched my mother do this, but she used an ax! And no, I’ve never been able to make fried chicken like she did in that cast iron chicken cooker.
And you were expected to know how to properly set a formal table by the time you were six to serve it for Sunday Dinner too!
Growing up, my family always used a machete for chickens.
Except we would butcher all the chickens that we were going to want for the year and then freeze them.
Along with a beef and a couple pigs.
Fall was a busy time of year.