I have to start this post with a warning. If you are vegetarian, or do not like to know where your food comes from, then best not continue, just skip it, this one gets ugly.
Okay now that has been said I can continue with my story. It started Wednesday night around 1am when I woke up to a sound in the night. I thought it was an earthquake because the dogs and birds were going crazy. Our dog continued to bark so I went to see if there was something outside, however when I switched on the light there was no electricity.
Not unusual for us. Sometimes this is because some one is stealing the cables that bring the electricity to our farm from the road. So when the lights go out we have to go outside and check. Not very fun at 1am, but my husband ventured out to see what had happened. He could see emergency lights on the main road so we figured a car had crashed into a post. Nothing we could do for now, back to bed.
In the morning there was still no electricity, (a pick-up truck had crashed into our post, then into the large cement one, which then fell on top of the truck. Surprisingly the driver was okay and we suspect alcohol). It didn’t look like we would have electricity for the rest of the day, (it took two days to fix) so I thought since there would be no TV or computer I would attempt to pluck a rooster.
First the rooster had to be killed. I have done this before, but not very well, and “killing not very well” is not a nice way to be killed. I asked one of the men on the farm to kill the rooster which they do by wringing it’s neck.
Here the normal way to pluck is wet plucking a bird. This means the bird is dipped in very hot water to loosen the feathers. This makes plucking much easier but then the bird has to be dressed and drawn, (insides removed), immediately.
I wanted to try dry plucking the bird and then letting it hang for a few days before dressing. The men on the farm thought I was crazy, they had never heard of leaving the insides in.
Once the rooster was dead I started plucking. This is the first time I have done this by myself.
I started with the breast. It is a strange thing to do, you have to be firm to get the feathers out but gentle so as not to rip the skin. And I must admit, the few times I ripped the skin my knees went week and my girls and I squealed “eeewwww!”
After the breast side I turned it over to work on the back, leaving the wings for last.
It was slow going, about two hours to pluck the rooster but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. The end result was a bit ugly, but I was quite proud of my first go!
The instructions for plucking and dressing the rooster I got from, “The Self-Sufficiency Bible” by Simon Dawson.
A year ago, when I was at a hand spinning demonstration in Arlington Court, Devon, I met Mr. Dawson and bought his book. It gave me the courage to try doing all this by myself. I hope he doesn’t mind me including his links in my blog.
After plucking I left the rooster to hang for two days in a cold, secure storeroom, then on Saturday I dressed it.
I started by removing the head, feet, and wing tips.
Next the crop is loosened by the neck. Then a cut is carefully made around the vent.
This is when it gets messy. The cut has to be made big enough to slide a hand inside.
Carefully I started to bring the inside bits out, starting with the gizzard.
Once everything is out, the rest of the vent is carefully cut out lifting everything out together.
Sunday I cooked the Coq au vin! The recipe I use is from Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s, “The River Cottage Meat Book”. I love this cook book and recommend it to anyone who raises there own animals for food. I have done the recipe a few times so now I follow it loosely, depending on what I have in the kitchen.
Dusted in flour and browned.
Adding the red wine.
Then let it cook slowly for a couple of hours. Delicious!
Most people who know me will be surprised that I can pluck, dress and draw a rooster, but this photograph shows that it is obviously something I have wanted to do for a long time.