Bob, I'll bet that the chickens that Great Aunt May prepared were "pullets". A pullet where I came from was a very young chicken that was just a few months old. My mother always killed a pullet for frying.
However, my cousin and I always liked to catch and kill and fry one of my grandmother's game hens when Granny and Granddaddy were off visiting on Sunday afternoon. They were so delicious. Of course we would always bury the feathers and bones when we were done to hide the evidence and avoid Granny's wrath. Granny always talked about the foxes getting her chickens. We never let on! D**n, that was fun!
However, my cousin and I always liked to catch and kill and fry one of my grandmother's game hens when Granny and Granddaddy were off visiting on Sunday afternoon. They were so delicious. Of course we would always bury the feathers and bones when we were done to hide the evidence and avoid Granny's wrath. Granny always talked about the foxes getting her chickens. We never let on! D**n, that was fun!




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