Chicken Little

As part of the children's life skills lessons, I decided to teach them how to cut a whole chicken into serving pieces.  

Last week, MyGirl had the crash course with no hands-on assistance from me because I had just finished ironing the clothes.  She was thrilled about the whole experience.  Her reaction?  "It's fun!"

This week was the boys' turn.  

I bought a twin-pack.   I figured we could slow cook the chicken to bring for our usual Saturday night gathering at the relatives' place.  That way, I could hit two birds with one stone -- let the boys go through cutting up the chicken and prepare for dinner at the same time.  

Neither of the boys were excited at the prospect of having to work with uncooked poultry.  Even if the boys had the advantage of having my extra set of hands to show them exactly what to do, they seemed to have struggled with the chicken a little more than MyGirl did last week. 

RD complained that the chicken was cold and cut our session short by declaring that people could have  big pieces of chicken breast (instead of dividing the breast pieces into smaller pieces like I had asked him) as he tossed the pieces into the crock pot.

When RD was done, I called GI over.   

It took us a while to get started because GI had a difficult time with step #1 (washing the chicken).  After I managed to get GI to HOLD the chicken, it was more or less smooth sailing to get the chicken cut.   Mind you, there was a lot of drama involved.   "This is harder than what I do at work.  I miss cheese! onions!  deli meat!  (which are easier to cut)."

Well, both boys passed with flying colours.  

I don't think they are going to cut chicken for me anytime soon but at least they have a fair idea of how to do it when the need arises.