I can sympathize on the bad, vivid dreams part. I can still picture my sweet (????) granny sending chickens to meet their maker, and that was almost 40 years ago. You're a much stronger woman than I to have taken on such a project. However, given a little time and distance, they will make great Sunday suppers!
I'm not taking a single chicken out of the freezer until January... "for me the grief is still too near." Oh my goodness, it was traumatic! I actually had to beg off of the killing part and asked a certain sister-in-law to take my place at the guillotine. I eviscerated the corpses, but the gore was almost never-ending. They'd better taste amazing!
I'm sure they will. I can't say that I remember a marked difference in flavor when Grandma retired from the chicken business, forcing us to eat chicken from the store. But then, I could only tell we were eating rabbit rather than chicken because there weren't any wings on the platter!
Ohmygoodness!!! I hope the savory thoughts of chicken soup and fried chicken take over in place of the scary chicken massacre of 2011!!! ;)
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That's exactly what we called it, LOL! "Chicken Massacre 2011"! oh gosh it was awful!
ReplyDeleteI'm not taking a single chicken out of the freezer until January... "for me the grief is still too near." Oh my goodness, it was traumatic!
ReplyDeleteI actually had to beg off of the killing part and asked a certain sister-in-law to take my place at the guillotine. I eviscerated the corpses, but the gore was almost never-ending.
They'd better taste amazing!
I'm sure they will. I can't say that I remember a marked difference in flavor when Grandma retired from the chicken business, forcing us to eat chicken from the store. But then, I could only tell we were eating rabbit rather than chicken because there weren't any wings on the platter!
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