I gave a chicken workshop recently where I admitted that although I have slaughtered a few of our birds, I haven’t eaten anything from our birds other than the eggs they give us.
Yup, I prefer instead to go to the local supermarket and purchase an antibiotic, hormone filled piece of decaying meat which I then serve to my family.
I know it doesn’t make sense. After all, one of the reasons we have chickens in the first place is so that we never have to buy another lifeless (in the true sense of the word) eggs, ever again. It is only in having chickens that I’ve realized what a real egg is supposed to taste like. Why wouldn’t I extend that thinking to their flesh? Continue reading