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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2b2htXE:magickedteacup replied to your photo “The Laughing Earth chicken special of the well– fried chicken, mashed…”
i want to steal your food ;3
SO GOOD
also me and the farm manager were sitting next to each other and he tried to scrape the breading off to figure out if it was a chicken he’d eviscerated or not. But we couldn’t figure it out, because while he never pokes a hole in the breast skin to remove the crop/trachea from the top, he’s so fast that this time all of us started copying him and reaching in through the neck skin, so nobody was poking holes. (Last week, the smoked chicken we got had a visible hole so it was probably one of mine.)
Someone got talking to us about a small flock of unusual birds she had that she wanted to get processed (now that the slaughterhouse has passed state inspection, we actually could process somebody else’s flock, which is a new thing), and she said it was the kind that has black bones, and me and the farm manager got all excited and were like “I wanna see that from the inside!” and it was only after everyone else at the table’s expression changed that we had a moment of being like, “… that was a creepy thing to say, oh dear.”
i want to steal your food ;3
SO GOOD
also me and the farm manager were sitting next to each other and he tried to scrape the breading off to figure out if it was a chicken he’d eviscerated or not. But we couldn’t figure it out, because while he never pokes a hole in the breast skin to remove the crop/trachea from the top, he’s so fast that this time all of us started copying him and reaching in through the neck skin, so nobody was poking holes. (Last week, the smoked chicken we got had a visible hole so it was probably one of mine.)
Someone got talking to us about a small flock of unusual birds she had that she wanted to get processed (now that the slaughterhouse has passed state inspection, we actually could process somebody else’s flock, which is a new thing), and she said it was the kind that has black bones, and me and the farm manager got all excited and were like “I wanna see that from the inside!” and it was only after everyone else at the table’s expression changed that we had a moment of being like, “… that was a creepy thing to say, oh dear.”
