A naked chicken. A naked, dead chicken. A big butcher knife and an even bigger butcher block. I was ready. A deep breath, much hacking, and i had just dissected a whole chicken into chicken pieces for supper. WHO'S YOUR MAMA!!!!!!! (that's for you Rex and Billie)
I have always hated touching raw chicken. Slimy, slippery and a little stinky. That was before i handled pastured chickens. No slime, no slipperiness, and no stink and i discovered i actually kind of like hacking away with a big knife. Makes me feel tough. Watch out chickens, one of these days i will be grabbing you LIVE and butchering with relish. All i need is a bunch of grass to raise my own chickens, a little know-how, and i will reign supreme as a chicken killing Anabaptist. Something troubling about that picture.