Originally Posted by
seedsbelize
In my ute (pre-8 years old), we grew and butchered our own chickens. My job was to pull them out of the pot of boiling water and pluck them. Gizzards and livers were part of the general diet. And necks! Who wants the neck?! I never did like the neck.
I spent summers and holidays with my grandparents and I did the same for my grandmother. We had this cast iron cauldron over a fire in the wood lot and my grandmother would boil the water and kept poking the hens down with an old worn out mop. Like you, I had to pluck away when ready.
