Friday, October 22, 2010

I plucked real live dead pieces of chicken today...

You read it right! Tonight for dinner we were have Shake-n-Bake chicken (which, by the way was delicious) but my mom was running late so she called from work to get me to put it in the oven. Fine. I open the package of chicken and since it's still kind of frozen, I put dumped it into a strainer in the sink. Still fine. I start to separate the chicken because it's still stuck together. I pick up the first piece and start to rinse it off. I suddenly realize that it's still got feathers in the skin!! Ok, calm down. Not like long white normal chicken feathers - these were more like stringy-fiber things but it was still disturbing and really gross. (I'm going to keep calling them feathers, because stringy-fiber things get tiring after a while.)

So anyway, I knew that I had to get them off, but I really didn't want to have to actually touch the chicken or the feathers. I tried scraping them off with a fork but that didn't really work very well.

I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to pluck the feathers off myself. So that's what I spent an hour doing this evening. Taking all the feathers off of nine chicken thighs (weird!) so that my family and I could have a nice dinner without having to stop and pick chicken feathers of the chicken.

I was rather disappointed with the grocery store people or whoever it was that was responsible for de-feathering the chicken - they didn't do a very good job. I mean, come one, that's why I buy chicken from a grocery store - so that I don't have to kill it and pluck it myself!

That's my story for today and it really did happen. I felt like I was back in olden days before grocery stores were supposed to do that for you.

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