Another getting to know you post.
While I was in Maine our small town/small university hosted Joel Salatin as keynote speaker of the Oregon Rural Action Annual Convention. Several friends went and I’m soaking up their reactions. Katie, an honorary member of our family, typed up her notes and sent them to me.
This bit grabbed me:
now 50% of them don’t know that chickens have BONES!
It took me back to an afternoon (I was probably 11 or 12) when my father patiently taught me how to cut up a chicken. Sharp knife and all. I remember having to feel for the joints between the leg and body and the joints between the thigh and drumstick. The hardest part to master, as I remember, was cutting down the middle to divide the back from the breast. You had to honk down kind of hard to cut through the bone.
Who knows how to cut up a chicken? (I have to admit, none of my children learned from me since we started eating boneless breasts.) Note to myself: teach youngest son how to cut up a chicken.
How did you learn?
Any stories out there?