One morning when I woke up, my mom here smiled at me and said, "We´re going to make chicken soup for lunch.¨" I smiled back and said, "Oh how wonderful!"
The next thing I knew, my grandma was in the backyard chasing chickens. When she caught the right one, she killed it. Yes, my 86 year old grandma killed a chicken. Then my mom de-feathered the chicken and cleaned.
My grandma then cooked it outside over a fire. And, true to their word, we had chicken soup for lunch.
This is my life. Please refer to pictures.
1 comment:
I cannot believe that the conversation at your Grandfather's
91st birthday dinner was about how
your GREAT Grandmothers used to
kill chickens at home before cooking them for a meal. It seems
that you have gone back in time!
What an education!
I love you!
Mom
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