Tory came down to help me butcher. And celebrate Ben's birthday :) :) :). Ben was able to help, if he wanted to, but he opted to go see Grandma. :) We reviewed the article one more time, and headed out. No table, since the one we used before was smushed into the ground by the trailer roof. No worries, Tory backed her car up to the fence posts we decided would work. (We also went on a treasure hunt and found blue nylon rope and 2 S-hooks.) Re-taught Tory how to do a slip-knot ;) and caught the first two broilers. Tory got the first one's head off before I brought the second one out. I stood back a bit while she killed the second one, and threw it. At me. I ran back, and it chased me. I zigged right, as did it. I circled to the left, and it did, too. For waaaay longer than it ever should, a headless chicken chased me around the yard. Once it finally fell over, and we caught our breath--me from running, and Tory from laughing, we hung it up, and dove in. There are more feathers than you'd think, and I am ashamed to say that Pampered Chef Forged Cutlery, while a fine kitchen knife, are not a good butchering knife. They got the job done, though, I am happy to say. :)
Not a 'wing' person myself, I was content to not even mess with them, but Eric does, so we tried. No. Maybe next time, but we did not get the wings this go-round. Tory is creepily good at carving out the breasts, and I am really good at... well, I'll tell you later. ;) Other than nicking the intestines and ruining a thigh (me) things went pretty well!
The 'french doors' was by far the best tip--it really does!!!
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