@AllynTal
Thanks to you and your man for sharing that! Allowing you to go public with it makes him a real hero in my book.
I'm more of a crier than a fainter but I managed this time without shedding tears, so I must be toughening up. Handling the head seems to be particularly difficult for me from a squeamishness perspective though and the idea of eating these rather unusual parts is taking some getting my head round, but I think you are right that it is all part of the "change in mindset" from impersonal plastic wrapped supermarket meat that you can almost pretend was never a living creature, to making the most of every last scrap of a bird you raised and cared for and then butchered when it was appropriate.
My worry is that I won't like the taste and/or texture of the feet and comb.....I'm still struggling to acquire a taste for cockerel meat and trying to find ways to serve it to camouflage the stronger flavour. I've processed the odd older hen for a neighbour and I'm fine with that but the cockerels are more gamey. I know I will get there and hopefully come to relish the flavour....and I refuse to buy chicken when I have excess cockerels that need culling. It's just getting my head round it and that will come with practice both at processing, cooking and eating. Why didn't my Mam introduce me to this stuff years ago! Mind you, she did make the most wonderful black pudding from a gallon of pigs blood and I always helped stir the bucket of blood and milk. I have never tasted black pudding as heavenly as the stuff she made, so perhaps if she had introduced me to chicken's feet and cock's comb soup as a child, I would be drooling at the thought of it now.
People worry so much about protecting children from this stuff, but I think in most cases they are more accepting of it than we adults are.
Anyway, many thanks for the feedback and info.
Kind regards
Barbara
Thanks to you and your man for sharing that! Allowing you to go public with it makes him a real hero in my book.
I'm more of a crier than a fainter but I managed this time without shedding tears, so I must be toughening up. Handling the head seems to be particularly difficult for me from a squeamishness perspective though and the idea of eating these rather unusual parts is taking some getting my head round, but I think you are right that it is all part of the "change in mindset" from impersonal plastic wrapped supermarket meat that you can almost pretend was never a living creature, to making the most of every last scrap of a bird you raised and cared for and then butchered when it was appropriate.
My worry is that I won't like the taste and/or texture of the feet and comb.....I'm still struggling to acquire a taste for cockerel meat and trying to find ways to serve it to camouflage the stronger flavour. I've processed the odd older hen for a neighbour and I'm fine with that but the cockerels are more gamey. I know I will get there and hopefully come to relish the flavour....and I refuse to buy chicken when I have excess cockerels that need culling. It's just getting my head round it and that will come with practice both at processing, cooking and eating. Why didn't my Mam introduce me to this stuff years ago! Mind you, she did make the most wonderful black pudding from a gallon of pigs blood and I always helped stir the bucket of blood and milk. I have never tasted black pudding as heavenly as the stuff she made, so perhaps if she had introduced me to chicken's feet and cock's comb soup as a child, I would be drooling at the thought of it now.
People worry so much about protecting children from this stuff, but I think in most cases they are more accepting of it than we adults are.
Anyway, many thanks for the feedback and info.
Kind regards
Barbara