(Sunday too, but we already talked about that.)
The Saturday carnage differed in that it was planned. Two of the Brahmas went to meet Chicken Jesus, their fates having been determined more than a week earlier: “If you off them, I’ll do the gooey bits,” said Landlady.
Okay. Marlon the Importunate Cock and Anonymous the Low Hen on the Pecking Order met Fiskars the Hatchet. (and BTW, for the first time we scalded and plucked our very first chicken here at the Gulch, and to our surprise that proved quite a lot easier than skinning.) Landlady dutifully did the gooey bits. (And was rather less squeamish about it than I always am, but you didn’t read that.)
Cut to Monday, when I get the following email: “Organic free range $2.69/lb. and I don’t have to shove my hands in their warm guts. :P”
To paraphrase Landlady on Saturday: “Just because you want to know you have the capacity to do something doesn’t mean that’s your first preference.”
Fifteen bucks for a chicken?!
I shouldn’t be surprised I guess.
I about wet myself a few years ago when I saw one for Seventeen in a freakin’ Safeway of all places.
You obviously don’t have the luxury but for fifteen bucks, I’m going to see the Colonel.
I can get a whole, already roasted chicken at said Safeway for $7.99 any day of the week.
I don’t know how they do it and still make money.
How I’d love a bucket of the Colonel’s finest…
And yeah, I used to buy those roasted chickens at the store in Socal – so good, not very expensive…
Thanks a lot. Now I’m hungry.
Rotis…rottisser…chicken cooked while it goes round ‘n round is only $5 for about 3 pounds of clucker when on sale at the local megamart. Too cheap to pass up, especially considering the energy cost for cooking it. I can’t see paying the normal $7, though. Now I’m hungry, too. Joel, wanna go half on a hot chick? Er, that didn’t sound like quite what I meant…