I alwys thought is was so so easy.
Split the breast skin, and get the knife onto one side of the backbone, and go down easy releasing the meat until it runs out, and then break off the leg.
Then you get the knife on the other side of the bone and do the same.
Then you twist off the legs, and cut the skin so it looks good...
The rest is for soup.
Today I bought Harry, as I named him, on the way back from the Chinese supermarket.
He was happy and chirped away.
Now I'm hen pecked. 🙁
He didn't like the knife in the backbone, and when I twisted one of this legs off he was the first chicken I ever saw fly from a 22nd floor apartment.
I opted for a salmon dinner instead. 😉
-m.
Originally posted by mikelomI hope you renamed Harry, Hoppy assuming, of course, he landed "safely". What did you name the salmon?
I alwys thought is was so so easy.
Split the breast skin, and get the knife onto one side of the backbone, and go down easy releasing the meat until it runs out, and then break off the leg.
Then you get the knife on the other side of the bone and do the same.
Then you twist off the legs, and cut the skin so it looks good...
The rest is for soup. ...[text shortened]... I ever saw fly from a 22nd floor apartment.
I opted for a salmon dinner instead. 😉
-m.
A wee bit odd that you name your food though isn't it?
Originally posted by mikelomI had an odd dream last night involving my significant other. I asked her, this morning on waking up, if she knew anything about the "disappearance". She denied any knowledge of it. I'll ring the police and tell them that the mystery is history. What wine did you have with them?...the mushy peas I mean.
I ate Great Big Stees Bollocks last night, with gravy and mushy peas.... Oh! My! They were delicious....
How's your voice this morning? 😉