The Chicken Factory
We had some friends who were friends with a farmer who lived in Ohio. The farmer had some chickens which, for some reason, he wanted to get rid of. Our friends grabbed at the offer. I can't remember if we paid the farmer for them or if he just gave them to us, but at any rate we got them at a greatly reduced price-- if not free.
Our friends said if we would help them butcher the chickens we could split them in half. So it sounded like a very good bargain. I think there were about 15 chickens. So we loaded the chickens up in our vans, about half of them for each of us, and transported them to Fort Wayne (what a mess!).
We went to our friend's garage and put a huge pot of water on an electric stove to boil. Their son, Mark, agreed he would be the murderer of the chickens. When the water was boiling he took the first chicken out and killed it (I don't know how because I didn't want to look). Anyway,we plunged the first chicken into the boiling water and then started defeathering it (plucking it--I think it is called ). It wasn't much fun. Then came the second, third and fourth chicken--remember we have 15 to do!
We slaved until midnight on those birds and finally got them all done. Mark said later he never wanted to even see another chicken, much less eat one! We took our 7 and a half chickens home and put them in the freezer and there they stayed for quite some time before we even thought of eating them. Our friends said their chickens were spurned every meal they were served.
I have great respect for the people who work at the places where they butcher chickens or any other animal. If people depended on me for meat to eat they would become vegetarians. This was a great eye opener for us and our friends also. We now look gift horses in the mouth!
posted by kyra lafain @ 5/11/2008 12:30:00 PM
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