It's my cooking time again. Today I bring to us how I did justice to a white chicken that was given to me as a gift from my sister in-law sometimes ago. I love eating chicken but it's very hard for me to kill it, and clean it, all by myself...very hard. I'm always emotionally attached to many of such stuffs.
Mind you, it was very hard to be killed and be eaten because my teenage son has gone back to his school. My husband refused to be involved, my daughter can not as well think of that, let alone agreeing to kill it. That was how we all were stocked. Thinking on and looking for who would kill one singular chicken for us to enjoy ooo😂.
My own phobia for killing any animal are, Like
How would chickens just die like that. .?
How can I even set my knife on its neck?
How would I be looking at the blood gushing out.
My heart will just be panting, pitifully against doing such a task.
The chicken was left alive for a very long time before one day, I summoned courage to ask one boy living around my house to come and help me to kill this Chicken.
"Chicken, you must be in my stew and be eaten today"
It has overstayed it's welcome in my house. We need to eat it...today! I do really get traumatized seeing their blood gushed out from them, a significance of death..oo!
The boy gave me some time later, he came back and I waited. He now did justice to the living thing that later became some meat parts in my cooking pot and was consumed adequately by all and sundry in my house. As you can see! This boy killed and cleaned it of feathers, opened it up and cleaned the whole inside too. He cut the meat in parts. I now grilled some parts while some parts were boiled for my stew, to be eaten with cooked white rice.
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