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When Dead Chickens Fly

Have you ever seen a dead chicken fly?

You would have seen one if you had been here the other day.

One of my prayer requests has been that I can figure out how to cook for Paul here in Thailand.  Last time he lost weight like crazy.  I’m not a good cook at the best of times. When I can’t find food he likes to eat and which doesn’t cause an arthritis flare for him, and when I have nothing much to cook on — it moves into the impossible category.

Things are looking up, though.  I bought some equipment, including a hot plate and a crockpot.

The crockpot is interesting-looking, with gilt Chinese characters and designs. I also found a nice, fat chicken. It was packaged up in plastic wrap on a foam tray, just like you would get in the U.S.  (As opposed to lying out in the open, covered with flies.) I gratefully seized it and put it in my grocery cart.  Roast chicken in the crockpot for dinner!

But when I was ready to cook it, I ran into trouble.  How do I wash it?  The filter on the bathroom/storeroom faucet gives good, clean water, but the faucet is too short and close to the sink to allow me to rinse a chicken there.  I asked Paul for help. I would hold the chicken and he would pour bottled water over it to wash it.  I carried it outside, thinking how I hate the feel of cold, raw chicken skin on my hands, as we walked to the end of the porch to do the chicken-washing.  I glanced down — and screamed!

The chicken had a head.  A whole head — complete with eyeballs and beak.  It must have been tucked inside the body, but come loose as I carried it. Now it swung down grotesquely by it’s broken neck.  I also realized that it had feet.  It was repulsive, so much so that I instinctively got rid of it.  I threw it as far from me as I could, screeching all the while.

Paul jumped in surprise as a dead chicken flew past him and landed with a thump on the porch floor.

Bless his heart!  He retrieved the horrible thing, scrubbed it up and cut off the nasty-looking head and feet.  Soon it was reposing in the crockpot, just a like a well-behaved American chicken.  We had roast chicken and vegetables that night and chicken and vegetable soup for the next couple of days.

I resolutely blanked from my mind the sight of that featherless, pathetic-looking head. I am a city girl and not accustomed to eating food that has a face!  I’m so thankful for Paul. I don’t think I could have done the required surgery to amputate the unwanted body parts.

Frozen, chopped beef from New Zealand is thawing for dinner tonight.  I am sincerely hoping we have no surprises!

Blessings from Thailand,

Susan

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