September 14th, 2007

wicked

Who knew? Cooking = 9th grade biology!

Ew. Ew. Ew.

I'm making bbq chicken for my family tonight, John's recipe, and he told me you start with a whole chicken... But it wasn't until I actually had this dead thing in my hands that I thought... you know, whole turkeys come with entrails, I wonder if chickens do too. So I called John and he told me they probably weren't there, but I should check. So, cringing, I reached my hand up the chicken's ass...

...and I grabbed... I don't know... its heart, maybe, or its liver. I'm not good at anatomy. But it was a piece of the chicken that was definitely not meat or skin or bones. And so I figure, this chicken's butt hole is pretty big, so I just lift the whole thing, and tip it over into the sink.

And out pours... like... everything...

So I begrudgingly took a finger and shoved it into the garbage disposal... So now there's like chicken spleen all chopped up in the bowels of my kitchen sink.


Ew. I'm going to go vomit now.