Yesterday, I took my mom to our one and only local small town market to get a whole chicken. Being a mom, she wanted to make some homemade chicken soup.
As they will on occasion, the meat department was running low on some items.
Our search for a whole chicken to cook and consume reminded my mom of something my dad talked about doing when he was a kid.
A little background first. My dad grew up in a small house in a small camp on the outskirts of a small town on a small island in a small state in the middle of a very large ocean. If you guessed Rhode Island, go back and study your U.S. geography.
For fun and adventure, my dad and his siblings would experiment with the digestive systems of the various animals they would find around the house or neighborhood. One day (I can only imagine what inspired him to think of it) he fed some kite string to a chicken, then excitedly waited to see how long it would take to exit said chicken.
And, when one experiment is a success, shouldn't it be followed up by another?
Taking the end of the string that had not yet fully exited one chicken, he fed it to another. I guess chickens don't have much of a gag reflex, since by the end of his experiment he had 4 chickens "strung" together on the single piece of string.
For those of you who are having a hard time grokking this in your minds eye, it must have looked something like this...
I never found out if he tried to "pull" the string out of the four-chicken-string-kabob.