Forewarning to all chicken lovers out there- there will be chicken killing in the next few paragraphs.Our friend the organic farmer had some old layers to get rid of. They had outlived their productive life and it was time to become chicken stock. The boyfriend is an old farm boy and does not shirk from the realities of our food cycle, so he retrieved the hens and brought them back to dispense of them.
I have not moved over to the vegetarian side so I understand that an animal must die in order for me to eat meat. I have not stepped up to the plate when it comes to the actual killing. I conveniently had to work that day.
The boyfriend knows that I love chicken livers (don't ask) and he thoughtfully saved them for me. But I have to admit when they don't come packaged in a plastic tub they are one step closer to where they actually come from- a dead animal. I sucked it up and fried them up for breakfast, and they were good.He also saved a couple of "eggs from the chute" as he puts it. They are like yolky ping pong balls- perfectly spherical. I fried them up too. It took a bit of poking to break the outer portion which I assume would have become the shell. They were also good.
It is a funny feeling being so close to the food chain instead of buying your food in Styrofoam packages. It was vaguely uncomfortable yet I also felt somehow more honest. I felt grateful to the animals for sustaining me.
3 comments:
Thoes red tomato looking things are eggs? or gonna be eggs?
Hmmm....
Did henry go crazy with the blood?
Yup, they are eggs. They were actually a very dark yellow but the shadow from the bowl mad them appear darker.
Henry was VERY curious about all the smells in the yard. I think chicken feathers blew everywhere.
Hannah wants us to let her know next time we are planning a chicken liver dinner....my little girl's growing up!
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