Paul loves chicken. I don't really eat chicken. I would rather eat chicken over beef or pork, but as I still consider myself a vegetarian, it's very rare that I'll taste something made with chicken. The reason is entirely that most chicken is commercially "farmed" and the chickens are inhumanely treated in life and in death.
Enter this whole chicken:
What's it doing in my hands you may ask? If Paul is going to eat chicken I figured he should eat chicken that is the most minimally processed, locally grown, and humanely raised. There should also be no waste to fully appreciate the life this chicken gave. This chicken came from the grocery store and the packaging said grown in the northwest, free range, and no antibiotics. While I would most prefer to have a chicken grown on a family farm within a 50 mile radius of my house, this was the closest we could get.
So I found a video on the interweb of how to butcher a chicken into 8 pieces and started hacking into it to the best of my ability. I think it will take a couple of tries to get it perfect, but I'm pretty proud of myself for tackling this challenge and I felt accomplished seeing recognizable cuts of breasts, wings, drumsticks, and thighs.
In a separate bag I put in the rest of the bones to freeze for making soup or broth. Not sure yet, but I wanted no waste! Kobe, of course, got the scraps of fat and excess skin. He was a very happy pup!
Recently I made this recipe with one of the chicken breasts (courtesy of Jamie Oliver in Cook with Jamie: My Guide to Making You a Better Cook):
If you're wondering which one he picked, you wouldn't have a hard time guessing if you know Paul really well. The boy loves bacon. So I made him bacon wrapped chicken, going against pretty much everything I stand for.
Surrounded with leeks, olive oil, and butter; covered with fresh thyme.
Served with foil baked potatoes.
No wonder he loves me.