dagger dog
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I can remember my mother going to the farmers market on Saturday and buying a live chicken for Sunday dinner.
She would lay it over the chopping block and dispatch it with one fell swoop of the hatchet.
Next came the pot of boiling water, man I can still smell those hot wet feathers, then came the rolled up newspaper torch to burn of the "hairs".
Then the fun really began with the dressing, zipped it open ,out comes the giblets, cut open the gizzard take out the gravel peel of the lining, save the heart and liver.
Then the part I always liked , cutting off the feet!
You could take the pliers she used for pulling out the new or pin feathers in the wing, and use them to pull the exposed tendons on the feet .
That would make the toes on the feet clench and I would chase the neighbors daughter around the yard , 'till mom had enough of it and whopped me on the back of my head.
I think of the married women out there that have no idea how to cook chicken let alone dress one out.
If they do know how to fry one up, they buy it already cut up and haven't the foggiest notion on how to cut it up into the normal peices.
Could you see them butchering a hog or rendering lard and such?
She would lay it over the chopping block and dispatch it with one fell swoop of the hatchet.
Next came the pot of boiling water, man I can still smell those hot wet feathers, then came the rolled up newspaper torch to burn of the "hairs".
Then the fun really began with the dressing, zipped it open ,out comes the giblets, cut open the gizzard take out the gravel peel of the lining, save the heart and liver.
Then the part I always liked , cutting off the feet!
You could take the pliers she used for pulling out the new or pin feathers in the wing, and use them to pull the exposed tendons on the feet .
That would make the toes on the feet clench and I would chase the neighbors daughter around the yard , 'till mom had enough of it and whopped me on the back of my head.
I think of the married women out there that have no idea how to cook chicken let alone dress one out.
If they do know how to fry one up, they buy it already cut up and haven't the foggiest notion on how to cut it up into the normal peices.
Could you see them butchering a hog or rendering lard and such?