City girl meets country chicken

You know, being a city girl in the country and being a newlywed can be a pretty bad combination. I love so many things about living in the country: the peace and quiet, the simple way of living, not needing a car, getting lots of exercise and eating fresh healthy foods. But I learned one thing I really don’t like about living in the country: cooking a whole chicken.
I’d never had to skin and cut up a whole chicken before. Usually I buy the parts I want, but in the store this time they only had it whole. I decided to make a homemade chicken and rice soup. So I followed Betty’s instructions exactly, being my first time and all. At least we have a microwave because I had to dethaw it quickly. Then I stuck the whole thing in the pot but thought, that doesn’t look right. So after re re reading the directions, I realized I’d have to cut it. Aaaaaahhhhh…I don’t like! I started one little part at a time, but then I turned it over and saw a long…thing…hanging out of it. What, is that it’s umbilical cord???? I know what you might be thinking, but honestly that’s the first thought that came to mind! After nearly fainting, I carried on, one piece at a time. But then, the surface was so slippery, a couple times the bird went sliding across the counter top, hitting the pitcher full of silverware (we don’t have drawers here), and finally landing with a thud into the sink. Thank goodness it landed there and not on the floor! Talk about gross!
After that everything went pretty well and I think it was even worth it. Of course, nobody does boneless, skinless like Tyson, but the absolute dream would be to just pick up a bowl at Bake n Broil. Would have saved me a lot of time and hassle. But then what kind of experience does it give you? So I’m proud to say I wrestled with a dead bird, and won!