We have harvested three of our meat birds with much success. The killing is done as most humanely as I researched it could be, and I feel very little pain is administered to the birds. Getting all the feathers off is quite a chore, and you must be thorough. After additional research, dealing with the innards and final cleaning became routine to us both. We weren't grossed out, since we had cleaned all the fish we caught ourselves in Alaska, and this was no different.
The first time we finished with a bird, we didn't allow the meat to "ripen" for over twenty-four hours, and made the meat less tender and flavorful. We roasted it whole. It was still delicious, and we ate every bit.
The second time we did two birds and decided to divide it up into sections of meat for later meals. We just tried the breast meat, and made awesome chicken strips out of them, moist and an amazing taste! It was very rewarding after all the work put in, to get a meat that was raised with love and respect, and I feel they had an amazing life before giving up theirs for mine. Still my dark sense of humor makes me post this lonely looking picture of chicken tracks in the snow, with none in frame...
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