Geeez - some things I hadn't thought about in years.
Bob W wrote:
The guy would chop their heads & feet off and give us the
legs to play with, pulling the tendons.
Bob
When I was little my Dad was a duck hunter, and when he was butchering
them I would cut out the voice box, rinse it off and blow through it to
make a quacking sound.
Bob W,
My long departed grandmother talked occasionally about fresh chicken.
You know, the kind where you twisted the necks or cut the heads off,
and then plucked the feathers. She always favored store bought
chicken, the kind that came in packages in the grocery. I don't think
she minded the killing so much as the plucking (her job as a little
girl on the farm). And she never told me that the fresh chicken was
more tasty.
Regards, Bob S.
My grandmother raised chickens, both for the eggs and the meat. There
was a tree stump and a tobacco ax near the chicken house which she would
use to lop off their heads when it was time for a chicken dinner.
Running around like a "chicken with its head cut off" is an apt
description...I do remember those dinners were good, but I don't know if
it was having fresh chicken or her good cooking.
-p
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