As I was carefully cutting away any questionably icky pieces of a boneless skinless chicken breast, I acknowledge that I am very spoiled. I'm not that far removed from going out to the hen house and wringing a neck for dinner (my Grandma did it) but here I am being picky over food.
Not just picky, but wasteful too. I hate raw meat and I have a life long fear of chewing a gristly something that can't be broken down by sharp teeth, so I discard everything on that piece of chicken that might come across as 'ew'. My pile of garbage scraps is embarrassingly large.
I stand in my warm kitchen, with lights and power and cupboards stocked with plenty of food, and I pick and choose the things I will and won't eat and I know I am spoiled.
In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I will have a tough time of it. But until then, I know I am terribly blessed, and I am so very thankful for the sharp knife and the butcher who made my paper wrapped piece of chicken breast a possibility!
This post inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!
I have a daughter who does the same thing. I didn't wring the necks of the chicken but I did pluck the feathers. My dad did the killing. kelley at the road goes ever ever on
ReplyDeleteOh my, yes. I have an overpowering fear of meat elbows and trim my chicken in much the same fashion. We are very spoiled, indeed.
ReplyDeleteGuilty as well! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's shameful how much food we waste in this house. I just don't really know what else to do with it! At least I'm in good company. ;)
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ReplyDeleteSpoiled here, too. Though I do give the trimmings to the dogs. They are so conditioned at this point that the sound or smell of me cutting chicken breast can bring them running from three rooms away to stand there eagerly awaiting their share. It makes me feel better and they sure enjoy it.
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