So the predicted chicken fiasco went pretty well considering it was, well, ME at the helm of a big sharp knife. I handed the camera to the twins and let them document it. I am sad to report, they inherited my disappointing photography genes. Most of their pictures were blurry. The rest of them were random. Like in this picture where I flashed the chicken a Poultry Gang Sign to let him know I’m his new boss. Gulf Coast Holla!
A chicken and his neck are soon parted.
And here’s one where Adam flashed the camera.
I watched the video to figure out how to cut a chicken up, and then I went to hacking. I didn’t really follow the instructions. Once I knew the pieces I needed, I just went for it. I handled it okay, although I may have squealed a little when that wily bird reached his little chicken wing up and grabbed me by the wrist. I knifed him back into submission. But I was understandably a little queasy by the time I was done.
I dissected the bird and marinated him in buttermilk, garlic, thyme, and salt and pepper. Once he was grilled, that feared fowl was delicious.
Which means, heaven help us all, I may have to do this again sometime.