Wednesday, October 29, 2008

WW Not for the Feint of Heart! Seriously....Weak Stomach? Do not read!

In case you didn't head the warning at the beginning of this post, I am giving you one more chance here to do so.....This is not for weak stomachs or all you "save-the-planet" types!
Me and my family are hunters. We bow hunt, rifle hunt, and we usually shoot anything with 4 legs or anything that flies. Also we always eat what we take. So like I said, this post is not for the feint of heart!

Just an ordinary day on the Farm? Not even close!
These are the chickens at my sister's house. She and her family bought them at Easter time. They used to be pink, red and purple. They were so cute! But now sister complains that they crow at all hours of the morning, day and night. No one gets any sleep. She wishes she could just get rid of them! "Well"..........Says Gramma Z, "We could have a chicken fry!" A what? What the crap is a chicken fry? "Ya know, kill 'em and fry 'em and eat' em.", she says. Uh....okay!?!? So that is just what we did!

Notice the chopping block on the ground? They really do "run around like chickens with their heads cut off." Who knew? This was the worst part of the whole thing. Kind of messy!

Next, no one likes to eat feathers do they? So a little plucking is in order! The guys were real troopers and had a good time I think! Not sure are those grimaces on their faces or smiles? It was a little stinky!

Then of course, you have to clean and cut the chicken into pieces to eat. Gramma Z was the only one brave enough to do this! She kept getting angry at all of us for being such wussies! Aren't Granny's amazing, there is nothing she can't or won't do!

Ahhhh, tastes like chicken! The finished product was a pure delicacy. Better than any store bought chicken I have ever tasted! Must be Gramma Z's secret ingredient!

Thanks to all of you who were brave enough to endure to the end. Hope I didn't offend anyone too badly. If I did, Sorry it's your own fault. I gave not one, but two fair warnings!
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Tiaras and Tantrums said...

oh man - I totally knew what this was about from the first picture!
I HAD to do this as a kid and I hated it! ARGH - every fricking fall and those damn pin feathers!!

Amy said...

We just got chickens and we have several roosters that may need to go to the freezer --- as we have never done this process, we will see how it goes!!!

Lori of I'm no super Mom said...

I think it is GREAT!! We are big hunters in our family too, so I love your post!

Chris said...

My sister-in-law, who loves in Georgia, just posted on her blog, pictures of her three year old twin girls, who were helping their grandpa, to kill, pluck and cook some chickens for dinner.
Very Earthy!

Live.Love.Eat said...

Hah, taste like chicken. I'm not a hunter by any means but I eat chicken and I still appreciate what people have to do for food.

stefanie said...

My mom told me about doing this when she was young. Ewww, but interesting!

Thanks so much for visiting me!

angie said...

So that's how it's done? I'm glad I've never had to kill and de feather my own dinner! :)

Robin said...

Okay! I know you warned me and this vegetarian did look anyway. But she has to say.... Yuk!!!! But it's kinda cool that you know how to do that. I'm a city girl so as far as I know, chicken comes from the grocery store. LOL!
Thanks for stopping by my blog. Please visit again soon.
:) Robin
cinnamon & honey

Belinda said...

OK, so Gramma Z sounds like one feisty lady!

Liz said...

Your Grammy sounds amazing. Thanks for sharing these pictures and this story. This is such a big part of Americana that has been long forgotten by many.

Jay @halftime lessons said...

Oh boy...didnt want to see behind the curtain of Chicken prep!! ;-)
Looking forward to following your blog!

Lindsay said...

Oh my - I eat chicken. I eat beef....but sometimes I think ignorance is bliss....seriously. I know you warned me, but man oh man. My stomach just can't handle stuff like that!!

Thanks for the nice comment the other day - you made my day.