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??
When I was born our family lived on a farm. Years later we moved to town. Mom complained that the chickens purchased in the grocery store tasted terrible. As a surprise dad bought 6 live chickens. Assembly line fashion, dad chopped off the head. After they ran around until they finally keeled over. My sister and I dunked them in boiling water and then pulled feathers. By the way, the feathers were saved to make pillows. Mom would burn the rest of the feathers off. Then she prepared them for the freezer. She said when you let the chickens run around without their head, they would bleed out. The blood wouldn't pool in the meat, which gives it a bad taste.