So a few weeks ago I had the bright idea to have our friend Nurise buy us a chicken to butcher when she went to the Dominican Republic. I really don't know what I was thinking. We killed it yesterday and it was one of the most dramatic experiences of my life! I literally felt like I needed to scrub my eyes clean when it was all over. Haitians don't take the poor chickens feelings and pain into consideration, to say the least. Here are some pictures to document...I won't post the video Frantzy felt inclined to take ;)
Can't believe I'm marrying this in a couple of months!
Burning any feathers that were missed when they plucked it (notice how I said THEY!:)
Haitian kitchen and chopping board.
Everyone freaked when I went to throw away the head, feed, and other nasty stuff. Apparently us Americans just don't know what's good ;)
Until I can go to Walmart and get good old Tyson Chicken Breasts...I think we'll be sticking with canned chicken.
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