The Portugal Papers

Want to know what happened to yesterday’s fully intact chickens?

Although there were no takers, there were lots of supportive emojis, a few good suggestions, and 1-2 replies of consternation.

Sara decided to follow the advice about asking the butcher, so this morning she took an Uber and the chickens back to Continente. This is a reenactment of what happened, per Sara:

Butcher: How many pieces you want? Small? Large?

SD: Just the components parts?

Butcher: <takes an extremely large cleaver and starts hacking off parts and holding them up for Sara to see>

Butcher: <holds up the head with his eyebrows raised in question>

SD: <shakes her head no>

Butcher: <laughs, then waves the neck expectantly>

SD: <shakes her head no>

Butcher: <laughs, then holds up both feet. >

SD: <shakes her head no and closes her eyes>

Butcher: <disassembles the rest of the chicken and starts to combine the bag of entrails>

SD: oh no, I don’t need those either.

Butcher: <chops up the other chicken, goes into the back and packages everything up, hands it over, and laughs>

Sara came home and put one of the chickens in the freezer and made stock with the other. She’s making my favorite chicken noodle soup tomorrow.