Trial and Error:

Butchering a whole chicken

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

The last time I had that thought was when I was in the third grade and decided to get a perm, the problem was I had bangs, I permed my bangs too. For the next 3-6 months I would be called Rick James, a moniker my sisters found amusing to my dismay. I could laugh about it now.

But, I digress...

I remember watching my mom butcher a whole chicken, seemed easy... at the time.

However, once I was halfway into my first butchering experience I had this very clear vision of her

hacking away at the poor bird with brute force, especially when it came to the bones.

I did my research, watched a video on youtube and studied a diagram. I was seriously into this project. The first cut was a breeze, the second was a challenge and by the third I'd had it. I kept thinking about James Franco when I got to that pesky wing, would it take me 127 hours to butcher this chicken? I gave up, no shame whatsoever. I chickened out!

I can honestly say that butchering is not for me, I'll leave it to the pros.

Though it wasn't for me, I am glad to have given it a try because (at least) I had; 1 bone in breast, 1 boneless breast, 1 skinless/boneless thigh and two drumsticks. I don't know what happened to the other thigh or the wings for that matter.