First you tell this man how much chicken you want. For example...I want a $2 chicken. Then he picks one and you can hold it to make sure it's okay. He's holding our pick in the photo:
Then you stand there and look cute next to the chicken cages while he cuts its head off, sticks it upside down in a hole in the table while it kicks and kicks, skins it and chops it up. (Actually, we watched it all after taking this photo):
Next you bring it home and wash off all the blood and feathers:
Now you have to put on your toughest carving face and chop off all the fat and other parts that we don't usually get in the states, like the neck. Might I add, dealing with warm meat is not something I'm used to at this point? It just doesn't feel right.
Now you're all ready to make lunch! Yummy!
*We can sometimes find frozen chicken breasts or thighs at one grocery store here. So really this was just for fun. I don't know if that makes it better or worse that we did it, but just FYI.
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Poltical satire for us political scientists.
Why did the chicken cross the road, according to :
Stalin: I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelette.
Ronald Reagan: I forget
Mr. T: If you saw me coming, you'd cross that road too!
This is not a good joke, but it is at least relevant.
I am glad that I am now not the only family member to have done something like that! I had to skin and cut a chicken once a while ago...it was an interesting experience to say the least!
I like that tough face. Very effective. I know I would be cowed.
After reading this and about your wedding food, we're thinking of assuming your former vegetarian status!
KFC ain't got nothin' on you girls! =) Hope it was delicious!
Yum. I remember getting chickens in Argentina - and I'm thinking about supporting a local guinea pig farm in Peru this January!
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