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Sorry, naysayers. Wrong again.
Robyn chopped, I held (and got showered).
I cleaned, Robyn will cook.
R.I.P.
Flappy McGee, March 2007 - July 2008
Adventures in freakdom.
Sorry, naysayers. Wrong again.
Robyn chopped, I held (and got showered).
I cleaned, Robyn will cook.
R.I.P.
Flappy McGee, March 2007 - July 2008
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Hi Fred,
I’m curious why you chose Flappy McGee. I kind of that that Frick and Flappy were your “favorites” among the original group. Why did you choose her?
-Nancy
Flappy?!?!?!?!?! The one with the giant egg? The one who is famous?!
What the heck?!?!?!
Wait a second! “Robyn chopped.” That isn’t *YOU*!!!!!
Wow. Looks like a real chicken you’d buy at the grocery store! Who knew?!
Nancy: Flappy hasn’t really laid since the giant egg. Since she wasn’t producing, she was first to go. Frick doesn’t produce either, but Robyn has nixed giving her the chop.
Elissa: Robyn chopped by choice. After the melee and spray that ensued, she got the better end of the deal because she was able to just turn her head and not look while I dealt with the aftermath.
My mom used to wring their necks…We lived on a farm and wringing is faster and cleaner than chopping. I could never do it myself.
But how did it taste? Too chickeny?
I won’t know that until this weekend, Bozoette. You have to let them age in the fridge for a couple of days for the chemical processes of tenderization (read: decomposition) to start.
As long as she doesn’t taste like she smelled when I dunked her in the hot water, I’ll be cool.
I’ve never plucked one. How hard was that?
Glad I’m not a chicken
My grandfather had a way tp stick the chicken in the roof of it’s mouth with a pen knife that killed it and loosened the feathers. Wasn’t around when he did these things, but Mom loves to tell the story:)
Jules, it was way easier than I thought it would be. A dip and a swirl in the hot water, and they practically fell out. Worst part about the plucking was that they stuck to my fingers something awful. And wet chicken reeks.
Tell the truth - did you feed the head to the pigs?
Ohhh… love the video. She’s neat-o.
Hey, how did Flappy taste? Better than store bought?
Hey good for you! You’re gonna have to cook her long and slow though to tender her up. If you guys don’t eat the skin, it’s much faster to skin them than to pluck them out.
I’m tellin ya — the broomstick and a bucket and you don’t get sprayed!
I have to run and clean my milker — I shouldn’t be on here at chore time, lol!
I never doubted you.
I like the video, too.
We need a “what cool stuff Fred is listening to…” entry, methinks.
I would never have found Mika without you, either.
Thanks!
That entry was long on pictures and too short on details! And here I thought the rooster had jabbed you again…and yet no-
Farmwife, what did you mean by “a broomstick and a bucket?” I shudder to think, but I must know, ’cause I’m a freak like that!
Ha–the first thing I thought was that you were attacked by the rooster as well, and that your legs were covered with scratches!
How could you do that?
Janey: With a hatchet, some hot water, and a sharp knife.
My mom alway used a hoe handle - lay the chicken on the ground, lay the hoe handle over their neck. Stand on it and give the legs a giant yank and off it comes. Quick and easy.
At first I thought this was a sick joke. Oh well
Enjoy!