Thursday, June 2, 2011

Stimey on the Grill

Well I am at the tail end of my journey with this rooster, Stimey.  He was mean and he, like most roosters, intimidated me ... got my heart racing.  So we antagonized each other on my daily visits to the coop.  No longer were my hens...my hens.  They were managed, guarded and dominated daily by El Capitan...Stimey.

But it all changed on Saturday, when the neighbor came over and helped do the rooster culling.  He strung the rooster upside down from a tree to let the blood all fall to the head and then beheaded him.  We stuck him immediately into a pot of hot water to loosen the feathers and then began to pull them out.  This was where I finally stepped forward and got involved.  I felt I should at least participate.

After that was done we brought the rooster inside to the sink and cut it up into the standard cuts.  I stuck it in marinade and procrastinated right up until last night when I finally fired up the grill.  I have to admit, not only was I not looking forward to eating it, I was down right dreading it.  But I served it up and Zhen ate it heartily, Devon ate it while throwing out a few cockadoodledoos and I pushed it around on my plate a few times before taking one small bite and declaring myself done.  Thankfully Biscuit is here to enjoy the rest!

What I learned from this whole experience is that I am not a chicken killer.  I like egg farming!!

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