THROWBACK THURSDAY MEMORY TIME


 

I knew you were excited about this story finally finding the light of day. Back when, well, a little further back than that. Actually, a LOT further back. Okay, it’s like five and a half decades ago!

Mom and dad would go grocery shopping. Usually, we kids got to go too. When we got home, everyone helped bring the food in and then I got to put it away. Oh, not just the throw it in the cupboard, separate it into dinner size for six packages and throw it in the freezer-that was simple. I got to cut up the chicken. Raw, cold, chicken.

It was cheaper to buy the whole chicken than it was to buy cut up chicken. Besides-the butchers never took care how to carefully cut the wishbone piece away from the breast. They must not have taught that in butcher school/training, whatever.

I learned how to cut the whole leg off, then separate the thigh and lower leg at the joint. Next came the wings and then the wishbone. Now to separate the back and ribs from the breast. Then you break the back from the ribs. Then you carefully cut the breast (from the underside where the cartilage is so you can see what you’re doing). Rinse it all off, throw it into the butcher paper, wrap it up and toss it in the freezer. Mom usually bought between two and four chickens. So, I got to have lots of fun!

What brought all these memories back? We went to Costco for groceries and bought one of their delectable roasted chickens. After we had some of the fresh, warm, succulent chicken (with some cotton candy grapes and fuji apples) then I needed to cut the chicken off the bone to put it in the fridge. Then I remembered all of what mama taught me about cutting up a chicken and how much I used to do it.

Poor Barbara-she was never taught how to cut up a chicken.

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