This is a safe post to read, no blood, no guts. I’ll warn you when I post that one.
I woke up at 7:30 Saturday morning in a panic that we slept in too late. I drug a very sleepy Clay, Ellen and Seth out of bed and I made pancakes while they prepped for a day of killin’.
Clay and Ellen set up the chopping block. It consists of two old saw horses that were found by our barn, a big board and two giant clamps. Next year we are making killing cones, just because I want to be able to tell someone I made a killing cone…it sounds scary. I also think they would be easier than the chopping block. If you don’t know what a killing cone is for God’s sake don’t google it, unless you want to see a lot of blood.
Remember our clothing dilemma? I mean, check out Clay’s hot jeans and very white knee caps.
Okay, so we’ve got the chopping block, the ax, the chickens are in the pen waiting in the back ground. Let’s get to choppin’!
First, you want to test the blade on something to make sure it’s sharp. Anything will do…like a kid. I’m KIDDING! Get it? Kid ding? Kid….oh never mind. And calm down Mom the blade had a safety guard on it.
The nail is to position the chicken’s head under to hold it in place while you stretch out the neck and then….chop.
Am I making you nervous?