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Posted 3/11/2011 8:07pm by Jeanette Wilson.

Have you ever gotten the opportunity to head out of town and found when you got there that you had forgotten something from home and wished you hadn't?  I guess we all have.  And we vow not to make that mistake again!

Last week, I got the call to come for a visit to dear loved ones and headed out in a rush.  I called on our delivery customers as early as decent, then grabbed my bags and a cooler with beef to share, and hit the road.  I sped along pleased that I would have roast for my mother-in-law and daughter, jerky for my son-in-law, and stew meat and ground beef for them all.  It's a simple thrill, but they love having stuff from home on their tables.  

When I arrived, part of my mission was to cook and keep things going, so that meant a trip to the store for anything I was missing.  Of all things, I needed a chicken.  Me - the one who has raised all her own for the last three years - had to find the makings for some comfort food.  We debated the merits of close-by grocery stores.  I mentioned one, and everyone thought it was too expensive overall.  Others were closer, etc.  But I stuck with my choice and made my way to an upscale meat counter.  Not that money is no object, mind you, but this is for my LOVED ones!  

I spotted some big fresh broilers and inquired as to where they were grown.  The nice man gave me a name, and I believed that it was close by.  He assured me that they were "natural".  That was the best I could do.  I took big bird home and cooked him and covered the meat with a buttermilk crust that makes almost any fowl rise to a special level.  But I missed our chicken.  Right now, we are one week away from starting our processing for this year.  


I used to kind of dread it.  Its not for the faint of heart until you get the hang of it.  It definitely helps to have a sense that it is important work -  the love of food production that makes you take pride in a job well done.  All the women in my family two generations back would have found this to be an appropriate use of their time, and one job necessary on the way to a wonderful meal for family.  My dad can remember as a boy keeping an eye on young roosters wondering if they would ever get to the size his mom would decide was ready to fry!


So every day either Frank, or Garrett or one of the Wilson boys has to feed.  Pens get moved to fresh grass which is getting greener every day.   I am double checking supplies.  And early one morning we will start again for this year.  These chickens will be processed with individual attention and packed up to take to customers and put in our freezer.  We'll do this every week until the end of summer.  

And when I head out of town again - you better believe this Grandma will be packing some poultry!