“Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren’t used to an environment where excellence is expected.” – Steve Jobs – Little Tassie Prepper

“Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren’t used to an environment where excellence is expected.” – Steve Jobs

I mentioned in a previous post that my friend, Ros, had been looking after some chicks that she had hatched in her incubator from my eggs.  We had a deal that we would split the females that hatch from that, and I would get all the males (Ros doesn’t want to slaughter them herself).  I recently stopped by Ros’ house to pick up my chicks.  As always, I am impressed with her set up. She lives on a regular suburban lot and she is breeding chickens, rabbits and guinea pigs, as well as having a little orchid and a small garden.  We discovered that out of the seven chicks which she hatched, three were female (with four male).  I told Ros to keep the other female, as I would have four males for meals (later… once they had grown up a lot).  Ros also gave me three of her adult roosters that she originally thought we hens.

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The Grey one in the middle was the nicest one. You can see my Breeding Rooster in the background.

These three Roosters, while friendly and handsome, would not be for keeping.  I am keeping to my Australorp breed for now, and while I would like to keep these guys, I only agreed to take them from Ros for our cooking pot (Ros was aware of my intentions).  I cooked up two of them for a large Roast Chicken dinner, with the third Rooster waiting till the following weekend, where he also was turned into a roast.

 

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Did I tell you about the knife sharpener in the picture above, on the right of the plate?  I can’t recall, I will mention it now.  It originally had a bone handle, which over the decades had broken.  When I got my hands on it, it was so brittle that it looked like plastic.  I removed the nub that it had become and attached a piece of wood that I had pruned from one of my trees (I believe it was from a cherry tree).  It is now a functional tool and every time I use it I feel a sense of pride at my work.

Back to the topic of the Roosters.  I suspect that they were Bantum, which means that they are a smaller type of breed.  Regardless, they had sufficient meat on them to feed my family.  I turned some of the bones into a stock, and I also saved the gelatinous fat that they produced, so that it can be added to a dish at a later point.

They really are a gift that keeps on giving.

 

 

 

 

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