One wonderful morning, I watched my grandmother ever so carefully pic just the right chicken for dinner and what a FAT one it was. After all, she needed to feed about 10! She walked up to the perfect BIG fat chicken and placed her hand behind it’s neck and with a quick jerk, the process began. We plucked, and plucked and plucked! You know the rest…
Flour, lard, salt and pepper to taste and dinner was served along with veggies and fresh baked bread.
Just another memory of dinner with grandma!