Because I knew so little about what this year would be like before leaving, I consequentially had very few ambitions. However, I accomplished one of my goals the first week of my trip! And none of it would have ever happened if I hadn’t read Ben Cox’s blog on Little Jerry a few days before my departure.
My goal was to prepare a live chicken and eat it for dinner. (Warning: graphic pictures ahead!)
One of the first days we were here, a group of us generously bought “mice on a stick” and gifted it to the girl teachers living next door. Surprisingly, they mistook our generosity for a prank and started scheming retaliation tactics. A few days later we came home to 2 live chickens strutting around our common room. I’m holding up one of those chickens in the picture on the left (it remained nameless to prevent attachment).
One of the locals, Luciano, took me to a nearby garden and instructed me on chicken killing etiquette. He took the first life, and I took the second. You place your left foot on the wings, your right foot on the feet, and then saw off the head with a knife. It was a quick, and I imagine mostly painless, death.
After the decapitated chicken stops flapping, you hang it upside down to let the blood drain out. Then get some water boiling, wait about 5 minutes, and toss the chicken in the pot.
The newly dampened chicken is now easy to de-feather. Luciano then helped me cut it apart and prepare it for eating (including the feet, head, heart, lungs, and ribs). I told Luciano that I had never done this before to which he replied, “Oh really?! Then how do you get your chicken?”
The new missionary teachers tend to get invited to a lot of houses for dinner their first few weeks, so I just grabbed a leg on my way out the door. Chicken number 2 is sitting in our freezer eagerly awaiting our company.