Rachel had named ALL our spare roosters 'Pot Pie', so took her at her word, and I dispatched one this morning. Think the next one will be called 'Chicken Tacos'---aren't I a barbarian?
The only homegrown rooster I have ever had was one of those baby chicks that got dyed for Easter presents. He never changed coloras he grew, but remained blue his entire life. My aunt decided to keep him because he was the only one of the dozen chicks we kids got that lived. He was MEAN. When he shuffled off the motal coil (courtesy of Aunt Irene) she tried stewing him FOR DAYS, but finally made him into dog food. Hope "Pot Pie" tastes better.
I've learned the trick with roosters is to cap 'em before their hormones get too crazy. It actually changes their...er...TEXTURE. This one was very tender, thanks for asking ;)
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I've learned the trick with roosters is to cap 'em before their hormones get too crazy. It actually changes their...er...TEXTURE. This one was very tender, thanks for asking ;)
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