Some Sundays after Church, my old man would kill a chicken for Sunday dinner. After the head is cut off, you want it to run around and drain the blood. Then you hold it upside down and finish it off. After that, my mother soaked it in boiling water, and one of us kids had to pluck it. ( I will throw up to this day thinking about it). Then the old man held up his lighter and burned off the pinfeathers. then my mother fried it up in lard, and then we ate it, all 8 of us with mashed pototoes and vegetables. (When he killed our pets, I began to wonder about the old man.)
Grandpa cut the head off. My grandmother (other side of family) broke the chickens neck.
My 12 year old brother and I went to the market, got a chicken and decided to do it in. We broke it's neck and hung it on the clothesline down cellar.
Lo and behold, we heard clucking and broke it's neck AGAIN!!
After running up and down the steps a few times, breaking it's neck again and again, we took serious action and cut it's head off.
Decided Grandpa's method was the "step saver" method.
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