When I was a teenager at boarding school, one of my jobs was to help in the kitchen. One day the cook decided she was going to teach all of us how to cut up a chicken. I was worried about it, but I was determined I could do this if everyone else could. . We all stood around the island in the kitchen holding a chicken by the leg in one hand and a knife in the other. Saw, saw, saw. Off came one leg. Saw, saw, saw. Off came the other leg. It got more gruesome. I was looking at this once live, happy chicken and sawing its parts off. That’s when the cook noticed me. “Esther, put that knife down and go sit down. You’re as white as a sheet.” I think she thought I was going to faint. I may have. From then on I was exempt from hacking apart the chickens.
To this day I do not buy chicken unless it’s already cut up and with the bones removed. I’ll eat fried chicken on occasion, but only the breast portion. Yes, I understand that all meat was once a happy animal, but I just prefer not to have to see its bones or eyes (fish), for that matter, while I’m eating them! Eww!
Do you cut up your chicken or do you buy it cut up already?