All the pictures between this one–
–and this one are a little gruesome.
Yesterday, neighbor Skip came over with his big scalding pot and his homemade (AWESOME) plucker. My cousin Mark came over to wield the knife breaking down chickens while 52 and Skip caught, chopped off heads, scalded, and ran the plucker. I was in charge of washing, patting dry parts, bagging, and frying.
Forty chickens. One day.
What. An. Experience.
I’ll try to put up a post next week sometime with more details and photos–in a post with a separate page, to protect readers who don’t want to see or hear about it, but to allow those who are interested to take a look at the process and what a day killin’ chickens is really like.