To Eat or Not to Eat.. that is the question!
We raised Cornish cross meat birds and didn't expect that every single one would live to eating size and expected them to weight at most 4-6 pounds on foot.
I am a "veteran" poultry keeper and have dispatched countless cluckers over my VERY long life. So needless to say, I was errr... I thought I was prepared this year with my very NEW sweet, overly simpethetic CITY husband. He would spout out very often in a very sweet animated tone "I want to live off the fat of the land and dip my toes into self sustaining!" Mind you gets grossed out when a dog poops 50 feet away and I would just smile at him as his face grimaced..
So.. we are back.. "We".
By week 3, my sweet, animated and oh so optimistic husband began.. Cussing and kept blurting out "Off with his head!" Mind In sweet a very gentle tone. "Surly they are giant enough! Let's do it! Cmon! We've waited forever! How about now! Are they ready yet?! Wow! That one is massive! Now?!?!How much longer...." and that began every day by day until I could not bare to tell him one more time "No love, not yet... (fill in all the 30 minute explainations as to why they were not ready to meat their maker).....
Fast forward to 10 days later and a sweet, frugal and persistant husband got his wish! (Dramatic drums roll)
He rushed around, grabbing the things I reccomend to use minus the most critical item. An extremely sharp skinning knife. He made the executive decision that a normal kitchen knife would do because his incredibly frugal and penny pinching mind decided spend an extra two bucks on a new knife was pish posh and no REAL. Man would do this without a massive 10 pound axe and a log! I attempted to explain, but as he frolicked off to something I finally said... " [email protected]$& it.. let him learn his way!" I mean really how bad could this go right? A frolicking 56 year old man carrying an axe, chasing a 6 week old chicken and shouting off with his head!
Did I mention we had 38?
To be continued... (Drums roll again?)