Heather's chickens in one of their many stages of existence in our kitchen |
Heather and her coworkers didn't wind up using the chickens
for lunch that afternoon, so the chickens came to live in our refrigerator.
On Saturday morning Heather and I made the executive
decision (amidst many sms messages with her coworker) to cook and freeze the
chickens. Well, all except one. When I opened the 5th chicken, I
declared it unfit for human consumption based on the unpleasant aroma that
wafted through the kitchen.
Heather at work |
Around 15 hours on Tuesday afternoon, Heather’s coworker dropped by to see if the chickens could be served for dinner that night.
Heather explained that we had cooked the chickens and frozen them. “Whole?” her
coworker asked, gasping in unbelief!
Yes. In America ,
we’re used to cooking whole chickens, which is unheard of in Tonga world.
Heather thawed those chickens as fast as she could, and
delivered them to the cooks next door, who sawed away through the still-frozen
bones and began redeeming our culinary “mistake.”
Mrs. Moono and Mrs. John cutting the whole chickens |
Heather’s chickens were served Tonga style Tuesday night for
dinner. I wasn't there to give quality control assistance, but the smells
drifting out the window were Tonga-wonderful.
cooking, cooking, cooking |
Heather's amazing chickens in the end |
I've been trying not to mention the word, “chicken” these
days in any context.
Heather’s trying not to think about those birds, that word, her experience, the full fridge, the jars of broth in the freezer, the quandaries, the interesting “parts” included in some of the bags, the blood in the sink, the full Ziploc bags, the raw meat… she’s been trying not to think about her chickens.
Heather’s trying not to think about those birds, that word, her experience, the full fridge, the jars of broth in the freezer, the quandaries, the interesting “parts” included in some of the bags, the blood in the sink, the full Ziploc bags, the raw meat… she’s been trying not to think about her chickens.
At least if one of you starts to feel under the weather you have plenty of chicken broth to make you feel better.
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