same. Instead
of doing house visits in the afternoons we are teaching English classes to
whoever wants to come. We still spend each morning
hauling rocks for a few hours, but today we finally finished moving the rocks
from one pile to another. We are all
hoping we aren’t greeted with another truckload in the morning. This was all until yesterday…
After hauling rocks yesterday we all went back to the house
for lunch. A little while after we
finished eating one of the jungle boys (more on jungle boys later) came out of
the kitchen with a burlap bag with a chicken inside. He told us that we get to watch them kill it
and it would be our tomorrow’s lunch. After
a while we are told that we get to kill the chicken. When we first got to Huaticocha we told
Nancy, Ivan’s wife, that some of us wanted to kill a chicken while we were
here. We got our wish. Angela got the chicken out of the bag and
grabbed a knife. She told me it was my
turn and that I could either hold the chicken while she cut its head off or I
could cut the head off myself. I decided
to go for it and cut the head off, but I used the machete instead of the small
kitchen knife. My goal was to whack its
head off as quickly as possible, but it was harder that I thought it would
be.
in the other I ended up having to saw the chicken’s head off with the
machete. So much for a quick and
painless death. After the chicken was
dead Angela put it in a pot of boiling water to get all the feathers off. We watched her pluck all the feathers off
and clean the chicken. When she got to
all the organs we figured they would all go in the trash pile, nope. She cleaned all the organs out with salt then
told us they go in our soup along with the chicken feet and head, and today the
liver was sitting in the bottom of my bowl.
No wonder it tastes so good.
