Farewell to the Chicken

So this was the process that I witnessed on Sunday (by the way, unless you grew up on a farm, this post might not be for you.  If you are a vegetarian, this post also might not be for you.  But this is my life.  So I want to share it with you :) ):

Now, I unfortunately stepped out for a few minutes to bring my laundry in off the clothes line because it was looking like it was going to rain.  And I was told that we had to wait quite some time for a big pot of water to boil.  So I didn't rush back to the scene.  Apparently, I missed a few stages in the whole process, because this is what I came back to:

And by this time, the rain HAD come, in full force and washing everything, including our electricity, away with it.  So the cooking had to happen by headlamp.  We were all a little tribe of cyclops - me, Jackie, Sean and R all running around and staring each other down with our headlamps!

But finally, here was the finished product:

Unfortunately, even though the poor old rooster had been cooked for over 4 hours (boiled, boiled, boiled, then fried), it was one chewy old rooster.

The following day, though, our nieghbour had a hankering for roasted chicken.  So he bought a frozen chicken from the import shop in town and brought over a chicken imported all the way from Brazil!  After an hour in the oven... mmmm... deliciously juicy and tender and fat!  Yum Yum.