Wubber Chickens

With vegetables, fresher is better.  Same with fruit....and underwear.  The thing is, it appears that ain't the case with "shickens."  Jessica has a few too many roosters and I had a hunger for flesh tonight, so we put two and two together and had us a killin'.  We wrung his neck and had him on the barby within a few minutes.  I figured that would be just tops for some finger lickin' drumsticks.  Wrong.  The kids could barely gnaw the meat off the bones.  Tough isn't really the word to describe it - it was more like some sort of rubberized suede.  

Winter happens to be missing two front teeth right now (from the size of the gap, you'd think she was missing four) couldn't really even make it happen at all.  Ginger kept stuffing gigantic peices in her mouth, chewing them (with no effect) until she grew weary and then gagging as she tried to swallow the entire hunk.  Sterling gnawed on a leg bone and really gave it the ol' college try but eventually gave up and wandered off.  To top it off, Jessica blessed the meal with the following comment, "my steak knife would barely even cut it."

I guess this is what moms feel like after laboring all day to create a casserole for ungrateful kids.  Next time, pehaps we'll "age" the meat...