Micah couldn't contain his excitement yesterday evening as he bounded down the path clutching the rooster to his chest, "We get to kill Green King…I can't wait to eat Green King!" I wasn't nearly as excited, knowing that the end of my blade would soon sever another failed attempt at raising chickens.
0 for 3 – not a very good track record since returning from the US a little more than a year ago now. Round 1 was last January-April and as reported in the "Kellogg was Invited to Dinner" blog, it ended up producing only chick who disappeared likely down some animal's gullet. In June, we tried again, starting out big by buying 10 hens and one rooster. Well, apparently one (or more) of our new arrivals brought and shared a sickness that killed more than half the flock within one week. When only three remained, we decided they could serve us better on our dinner plates and so we asked Maateyos (our summer intern) to call together his English class for an interactive English lesson which simultaneously saved us a lot of time slaughtering and preparing!
Gmz have it down to a science, where as we look like pathetic freshman mutilating our dissection frogs without mercy. Wanna learn the ropes from some real professionals? Well then, pay close attention.
First grab yourself a chicken.
The next step requires three people. One brave person to hold the legs and wings tight. One heartless person to slit the throat. And lastly, if possible, it's nice to have a hairy Canadian to make a goofy smiles into the camera, trying to make us feel ok about snuffing the life out of one of God's creation.
When the life is drained all out, one can start pulling off the feathers.
Boiling water helps release the feathers from the skin and since Gmz hands are as thick as pot holders, it's much easier for them than it would be for you or me!
Next make a fire to roast off the tiny hairs on the skin.
The legs/feet make great handles, just like a built-in marshmallow roasting stick.
Once again pot-holder hands are recommended.
Next gut the chickens and cut them into pieces.
Most everything is eaten…that includes heart, liver, lungs, intestines…
and heads lined up nicely on a nice shish-ka-bob!
Consider yourself trained, now could you please pass a beak...and a talon if you got one!
Another one bites the dust, eh? This time around I bet you were a bit short on hairy Canadians...you should let me know, maybe next time I can snag a quick flight to Gesas and provide some goofy smiles.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering how you accomplished this since you were missing the hairy goofy Canadian. Seems like an integral part of step 2 of the process.
ReplyDeleteGiven your process above, maybe you just felt slightly more guilty in the snuffing?