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May 27, 2004

Reading Love in Chicken Entrails

This morning J7 was my grocery helper and went shopping with me in preparation for the fellowship dinner we have before Bible study each Thursday.

Our first stop was the Chicken Truck. We buy our chicken from the back of a truck that is parked across the street from the grocery store.

"Ewww! She's using her hands!" J7 exclaimed as the Chicken Truck Lady plopped three kilos of chicken breasts into a plastic bag.

"It's okay, hon. I wash the chicken and then we cook it to kill the germs."

"But, she's touching raw meat with her bare hands!"

"Yep. Pretty gross, huh?"

"I don't think I want her job when I grow up." This from the child has his life planned out--starting with being an army general. I was thinking that I'm not sure I want him to grow up to sell chicken from the back of a truck, either.

"You know, I'm glad I'm not a girl. Then I won't become a Mommy and have to touch raw meat."

I quickly disabused him of that idea.

"Well, when we lived next to the market, Daddy would go and buy a whole chicken for me, and then take off the skin and clean out all the insides. With his bare hands. Just so that I wouldn't have to do that yucky job."

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This reminds me of the times I had to explain things like ham, bacon, hamburger, roast beef, etc. It has always shocked my boys. (Hope I didn't turn this into a pro/anti-vegetarian thread!)

Being an army general sounds pretty rough, too. I think I'll take the raw meat.

J7 sounds like he knows a thing or two about hygenic kitchen practices.

Posted by: Carol at May 27, 2004 10:17 PM

T3 saw a picture (in a magazine at the library) of an animated Col. slaughtering a chicken. I could see the hurt/confusion in her eyes. I reassured her that we wouldn't be doing that to OUR chicks... she agreed sadly "yeah..." SO then last night I heard her screaming in her sleep "kids don't hurt MY CHICKIES!!"

Posted by: inAZ at May 27, 2004 11:39 PM

Tell J7 I use cheap disposable gloves, for when I REALLY have to handle the stuff -- like making meatloaf or freezing several pounds of stuff at a time. ;-) But for normal cutting up and such -- yep, mommies, daddies, and other people, too, do have to handle meat, and it's yucky! But life can be yucky!

Posted by: pentamom at May 28, 2004 03:32 AM

But Daddies who do the yucky stuff are so very cool! My 13 year old son has come to the place of pride in doing the yucky stuff so the girls (including me) don't have to!

(Of course, I still do gross things if I have to. I spite of everything, I'm the only one in the family who will reach into the garbaged disposal when it's jammed.)

:-)

Posted by: Kelly at May 28, 2004 05:45 AM

My mom, to her everlasting credit, took my Cub Scout den to tour a chicken processing plant when I was 9. That is true dedication and devotion.

Posted by: John Owen Butler at May 28, 2004 06:56 PM


 
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