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#11
Did any one butcher ducks and drain the blood from the heads and make a soup with it? Adding sliced apples, raisins, prunes and dumplings. My Mom made this and called it "duck soup". I loved it as a kid; but now that I realize what it was , I don't think I could eat it.
#12
Originally Posted by sak658
We had chicken on Sundays, saw many chickens flopping around after their head was chopped off. Then momma would put it in scalding water and pick the feathers off. Then hold it over the fire on the stove and burn off the rest of the feathers. Those were some poor days, but made the person I turned out to be. My dad never would eat chicken, wonder why??
#13
I remember those days, too. I used to slop the hogs, gather the eggs, and pluck the chickens. We had an outhouse and a pump outside for our running water, a wood stove for heat and a cookstove, had a little oven in the top for the biscuits.
We butchered a hog in the fall, milked the cow everyday, churned the butter and sewed on the treadle. We were tired at the end of the day. Our bath was a sponge bath at the pump, except on Saturday nights we'd have a "real" bath, drawing water from the pump, heating it on the stove, and bathing in the washtub.
We butchered a hog in the fall, milked the cow everyday, churned the butter and sewed on the treadle. We were tired at the end of the day. Our bath was a sponge bath at the pump, except on Saturday nights we'd have a "real" bath, drawing water from the pump, heating it on the stove, and bathing in the washtub.
#14
Originally Posted by PurplePassion
Did any one butcher ducks and drain the blood from the heads and make a soup with it? Adding sliced apples, raisins, prunes and dumplings. My Mom made this and called it "duck soup". I loved it as a kid; but now that I realize what it was , I don't think I could eat it.
#15
Originally Posted by Ramona Byrd
.it was up to me to catch the one with yellow legs (sign of a non layer)
:) :)
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Originally Posted by trisha
Originally Posted by PurplePassion
Did any one butcher ducks and drain the blood from the heads and make a soup with it? Adding sliced apples, raisins, prunes and dumplings. My Mom made this and called it "duck soup". I loved it as a kid; but now that I realize what it was , I don't think I could eat it.
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This was a Hungarian family, my great grandparents came from 'the old country.' It's interesting, they changed the last name to Americanize it, and we know that anyone with that particular last name, is somhow related to us.
About 8 years ago I got some money, only about $170, because my Grandpa's sister died, no kids, never married, and since my dad was dead , her estate was divided among her heirs. I guess I was one. Until that time, I never knew she existed (she was in MO, I'm in OH)
The family was a poor farmer's family, but we (I lived in a trailer on the farm when I was little) had a 5 seater outhouse!
About 8 years ago I got some money, only about $170, because my Grandpa's sister died, no kids, never married, and since my dad was dead , her estate was divided among her heirs. I guess I was one. Until that time, I never knew she existed (she was in MO, I'm in OH)
The family was a poor farmer's family, but we (I lived in a trailer on the farm when I was little) had a 5 seater outhouse!
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Remember back in the 50's, we used to get peeps at Easter time - all dyed pink or blue or bright yellow!
I made a pet out of my peep. He grew into a feisty rooster. He wouldn't let Mom into the hen house to gather the eggs, so I had to gather them when I got home from school. I used dress that rooster up in doll clothes! It's a wonder he didn't hate me.
But one weekend, I was sent into town to my Granma's house with one of my sisters. Came home the next day to find out that I missed the chicken picking day. And the day my poor pet Rooster met his maker. . . .
I could pluck and scorch a chicken but I will not gut them!!!
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I made a pet out of my peep. He grew into a feisty rooster. He wouldn't let Mom into the hen house to gather the eggs, so I had to gather them when I got home from school. I used dress that rooster up in doll clothes! It's a wonder he didn't hate me.
But one weekend, I was sent into town to my Granma's house with one of my sisters. Came home the next day to find out that I missed the chicken picking day. And the day my poor pet Rooster met his maker. . . .
I could pluck and scorch a chicken but I will not gut them!!!
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