When was the first time you cut up a whole chicken?
In 1977, my 31-year-old mother passed away. I was thirteen, and the oldest girl in my family. My mom, being sick for awhile, hadn’t taught me how to cook very many things.
After she died, summer rolled around and I was out of school. My dad was a hardworking man and I decided to fix him a meal. He had been living on fried green tomatoes, which was one of the things I knew how to cook, but I wanted him to eat something more. So I looked in the freezer and I saw a whole chicken. I thawed the bird and decided that I could fry him chicken for dinner.
I had no clue how to do this.
I knew I had to cut up the chicken, but had never done this. I thought I would call my aunt that lived two houses down and get some directions. Well, that didn’t work, she informed me that the only kind of chicken she ever bought was already cut up. I decided it could not be that difficult, so with knife in hand, I started cutting.
I didn’t do too bad. I knew to cut the legs and wings but that was it. After that, I looked at what remained and knew there was more to be done. So I cut, not having a clue what was left. (I did cut the tail off.) I began to fry the chicken. When my dad came home and saw what I had done for him, he was thrilled. I explained how difficult it had been to cut up the chicken. He looked at me and said, “You did wonderful.”
I asked him if it was right and that is when he showed me that I had actually cut the main part of the body of the chicken in quarters so I had a piece with a little bit of a back, breast, and thigh together. We laughed and I learned. He told me it was the best meal he had eaten since Mom passed.
It has been 35 years now and this story seems like it happened yesterday. Thanks for letting me share this wonderful memory of my mom, dad, and that wonderful fried chicken. And yes, I now know how to properly cut up a chicken!
That was my first time cutting up a whole bird. Yours?