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Originally Posted by avandonk
When I was a kid in the early sixties if we wanted a chicken dinner it was my job to cut the head of the non laying chickens in our backyard. It was done swiftly and cleanly. I have not tasted chicken as good as those.
Bert
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Yep that was how it was done in those days. Dad used to do the chopping. Ever see a headless chook fly over the fence. They needed to be hung to bleed before mum got the job of plucking it by dousing it with boiling water. Then came the job of gutting it and separatiing the giblets for another meal. I think that old procedure was what made them taste better.
Barry