Sunday, December 21, 2008

When in Rome...

Cutting the head off something while it's alive is a feeling I'll never get used to.

"You, my friend, are number 28. Last one of the day." Yup, I slaughtered 28 chickens that day.

I can't tell you how happy I am that is over with. Now I can go clean the blood off my arm, hands, shoes and pants.

Then they go to the feather plucking, gut pulling and body prepping table. These ladies are professionals. Maybe I'll pull a chair up to this table next time.

It's a lot of work slaughtering your own meat for a party.

All that they tell you about what chickens do once their heads are cut off are all true.

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