Nevertheless, I feel that if I'm going to commit to eating an animal, I must also endure all of the gory details. I need to recognize that it was once living and breathing, which may easily be lost on someone when today's meat often comes pre-cut, boneless and shrink-wrapped.
I wonder, if I'm okay with eating this chicken, shouldn't I also be prepared to kill one? And I'm not talking a Man vs. Wild scenario - as in, now that I feel comfortable eating a chicken, wouldn't I rather kill and eat a happy, healthy one from my backyard than the mysterious chicken(?) from the grocer's freezer section? Yes, I think I would have the nerve. I hope. If I lacked the gumption, then maybe I should stick with tofu. Not that I'm planning to raise meat chickens or anything (although I wouldn't put it past me) ... just something to ponder.
Now, peering into the chest cavity of this carcass, I swallow hard, realizing that I have to make this good. To come half-stepping with a hasty, ill-conceived plan would be a disgrace to the bird. This chicken died to be eaten - the least I could is fish the soggy bag of guts out of it's rear, stuff it with a lemon and prepare a cozy bed of aromatic vegetables.
I read all about roasting chicken, but just to be sure, I needed to see. I'm a visual learner, and I like to be very prepared. We found this helpful video:
See that chicken? It looks exactly like ours! The how-to was very informative and incredibly simple. We followed the instructions exactly, using simple ingredients like lemon, garlic and thyme to anchor the flavor of the meat. It was perfect. Kurt said it was the best chicken he'd ever eaten. I absolutely agree.
Thank you, chicken. We greatly appreciated it.