She would tell me childhood stories of her mother breaking the necks of chickens. All those stories came flooding back to me in that instant. At that moment I thought, what does she want me to do?? I've lived up here all of my childhood life, but I live in the city and buy my chicken at the store. I was looking for a quick out like maybe could go rake the yard or pick up sticks.
Well, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought I would be. After this, I feel I'm ready for a zombie apocalypse. I can kill my own food if I had to.
Not sure if my readers are ready for a picture of a headless chicken but its true. The body still moves without the head attached. It didn't run or walk around but it was still very much active for a few minutes beyond decapitation.
She cleaned the birds in the kitchen sink and I get a question that I didn't expect to hear. "Have you ever seen Chicken balls? Um, well no. Never crossed my mind to think about chicken balls.
Since we are learning things here, chickens have some pretty big balls. Ranks right up there with chicken earlobes and wondering if they have them.
I googled it and there's a lot of recipes out there for the balls delicacy. Well, the dogs enjoyed them and as enjoyed our chicken in a roasting bag.
I googled it and there's a lot of recipes out there for the balls delicacy. Well, the dogs enjoyed them and as enjoyed our chicken in a roasting bag.
