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Originally Posted by DeltAlum
I don't eat chicken.
I was attached by one when I was six and my grandfather grabbed it, cut off its head and they served it for dinner that night.
I kow of at least two other people who had the same or very similar experiences, and they don't eat chicken either.
Honest.
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My grandparents had a hen house in their back yard--yep smack dab in the city of St. Louis. We always ate fresh fried chicken cooked in Lard. I have never had chicken that tasted that good since, but I always went to the front of the house to avoid seeing the neck wringing and gutting.