Thursday, October 7, 2010

Buff Orpingtons

These lovely fellows gave their lives to fill our bellies.

This was our first experience wrangling roosters and culling? butchering? I'm not sure of the correct term in chicken speak. Anyway, they were headless.

My husband took care of the dirty, bloody work and I had the pleasure of plucking feathers. I dipped the birds into a turkey fryer full of boiling water and went to town. If you know anything about me, you know that this was a very big deal for me. I do not touch gross things like worms, frogs, lizards, etc. I pretend to be brave in front of my kids because I don't want to look like a wimp. And, more importantly, I don't want them to tease me and send me screaming into a corner. That's why we have frogs because they are not a big deal....right....RIGHT?

So the roosters are delicious. The end.

This post is part of Simple Lives Thursday

2 comments: said...

Good work! I hope to be able to roast our older hens some day, but am still sitting on the fence about the butchering process.

Sustainable Eats said...

You may already know this but if you add a bit of dish soap to the water it cuts through the feather grease and makes it really easy to get them off. Good job!
xo, Sustainable Eats