When my oldest daughter was in fifth grade, I had to go through her Swimming Creatures (Elementary Apologia)book and put Post-it Notes on all the shark pictures.
Well, what we need to do is get us a yard chicken and let me demonstrate how my mother used to chop their heads off, let them flop around bleeding awhile, then dip them in almost-boiling water to loosen the feathers. She would pluck the feathers, saving the 'downy' ones for a bed pillow. Then she would take an old brown paper grocery bag (no plastic ones invented yet) and burn it. She would hold the chicken close over the fire by its neck and stretched-out legs to get the itty-bitty thingys singed so she could rub them off easily, and then get the embedded parts of the pin feathers out...the ends of the hardest to get off ends of the feathers, like blackheads. Then she would take it in the house, put it in a metal pan of water and cut it up. If she didn't cut it up just so, the entrils would get punctured and what a smell! And yes, I did that a few times myself after I married, but thankfully we started buying our chickens at the supermarket all ready gutted and ready to cut up and then cook. Tell Rebekah Mamaw loves to share her memories with her, ha ha.
My 11 yr old was studying about spiders and had a project about them. She just did NOT like the spider pictures in the science book! She borrowed some books from the library and would quickly flip through them avoiding "touching" the spiders (their pictures, that is!!)
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ReplyDeleteWhen my oldest daughter was in fifth grade, I had to go through her Swimming Creatures (Elementary Apologia)book and put Post-it Notes on all the shark pictures.
awww, she can't take the sharks? Poor thing!
ReplyDeleteI should take pity on Rebekah and do it ahead of time for her, too.
She said she's afraid to turn the page! lol.
LOL! That is so funny!
ReplyDeleteI know!!! I'm still chuckling. =D
ReplyDeleteWell, what we need to do is get us a yard chicken and let me demonstrate how my mother used to chop their heads off, let them flop around bleeding awhile, then dip them in almost-boiling water to loosen the feathers. She would pluck the feathers, saving the 'downy' ones for a bed pillow. Then she would take an old brown paper grocery bag (no plastic ones invented yet) and burn it. She would hold the chicken close over the fire by its neck and stretched-out legs to get the itty-bitty thingys singed so she could rub them off easily, and then get the embedded parts of the pin feathers out...the ends of the hardest to get off ends of the feathers, like blackheads. Then she would take it in the house, put it in a metal pan of water and cut it up. If she didn't cut it up just so, the entrils would get punctured and what a smell! And yes, I did that a few times myself after I married, but thankfully we started buying our chickens at the supermarket all ready gutted and ready to cut up and then cook. Tell Rebekah Mamaw loves to share her memories with her, ha ha.
ReplyDeleteHaha, Mama!
ReplyDeleteI'll tell her you commented just for her. I'll have her read it. Since YOU wrote it, I think she'll get thru it, lol.
Love you! ♥
LOL! Totally understand!!
ReplyDeleteMy 11 yr old was studying about spiders and had a project about them. She just did NOT like the spider pictures in the science book! She borrowed some books from the library and would quickly flip through them avoiding "touching" the spiders (their pictures, that is!!)