Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Plucking a Chicken!

Getting chicken for dinner here is not nearly as easy it is in the States.

Yesterday, we sent a couple of the guys to the market to get us two chickens. They butchered them there and them brought them back to the boys' house where we were eating lunch.

After you get the headless chickens -- and, yes, they totally jump around right after you cut the head off unless you stand on the wings to hold them still -- you have to boil a big pot of water. You kind of swirl the chickens around in the boiling water to get the feathers all loose, then you run your hands all over them really fast to get the big feathers off.

Some of the little tiny ones stick, which is really obnoxious, :P cause you have to pick the feathers out individually...their skin kind of feels like those slippery water toys that you play with.

After you get all the feathers off, you have to pull out all the guts and cut off the feet and the neck, and, only then, does it start to resemble the chicken that you can buy at the grocery store...

...It tasted really good though!

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2 comments:

John, Jessica, Will, Clay and Joe said...

Do you feel somewhat like Laura Ingalls? I've been reading about how great for you all the other parts of the meat that we Americans don't eat really are. You should boil the whole carcass and eat that broth for lots of really healthful benefits. Do you think they sell pillows stuffed with Chicken Feathers??

Jessica Mac said...

I'm not sure about the pillows, but they definitely eat parts that we don't normally. I "pounded" (ate) a grilled chicken heart the other night, and it was really good. The girls who ate the liver and gizzard said that they were a little odd, but Idk. Our night guard was very upset the other night though when he saw that we were planning to throw out the carcass (just bones and skin) after we used the rest of the meat for dinner. Oops! Lol.

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