Pickle is pointing out where the chicken "breast" is... The boys don't participate in the actual process of "harvesting" the bird, and JJ isn't at all interested in helping afterwards. Pickle is more curious... They do both completely know where their food comes from and that there is no such thing as a chicken "nugget." Regardless...they'll order chicken nuggets whenever they can get the chance when we are in a restaurant! You win some...you lose some!
Farmer J plucks the feathers and gives Pickle an impromptu anatomy lesson.
A whole chicken cleaned up and ready for the deep freezer... And my favorite part...all the work and mess was cleaned up by the time I got home from the gym.
Even though I remain a vegetarian, I love, love, love that Farmer J can provide himself and his boys with healthy food that lived a fabulous free range life and had a quick and painless death. Not too many men can, or are interested in being able to, raise-harvest-cook their own food! I'm a proud farmers wife!
True farm to table lifestyle ...
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