Nick, Your story is making me sick! I never heard of eating chicken blood! Sorry I'm so weak. Margaret >From my iPad > On Jun 2, 2014, at 1:27 PM, "Nick Tullius" <ntullius@rogers.com> wrote: > > In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a > different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around > herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young > rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). > She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then > bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its blood > in a bowl. > In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and > the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, not > only for those hard post-war years, but forever. > > Nick > > -----Original Message----- > From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com > [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve > Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 > To: Tony Fieder > Cc: DVHH Mail List > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't > recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running > around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom > that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - > literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always > promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that > didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for > dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all > over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet > - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even > though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning >> we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables >> and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a >> paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but >> it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it >> never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a >> live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >>> From: bures@att.net >>> Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >>> To: rosevetter@gmail.com >>> CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >>> Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >>> >>> Rose, >>> >>> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside >>> Market in >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, >> still clucking! >>> >>> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our >>> own >> chickens in the backyard. >>> >>> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one >>> of >> my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >>> >>> >>> Margaret >>>> From my iPad >>> >>> >>>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>>> >>>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >>>> memories >> of >>>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you >>>> describe, >> of >>>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a >> clucking >>>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in >>>> the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him >>>> kill the >> bird >>>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the >>>> plucking >> and >>>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the >>>> recipes >> here >>>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>>> >>>> Rose >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >>>>> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >>>>> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >>>>> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >>>>> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >>>>> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >>>>> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >>>>> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >>>>> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >>>>> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read >>>>> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made >>>>> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >>>>> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >>>>> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did >>>>> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding > back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>>> >>>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in >>>>> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >>>>> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >>>>> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >>>>> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >>>>> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >>>>> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's >>>>> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. >>>>> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage >>>>> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their >>>>> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and > to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>>> >>>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>>> especially the ones about food) >>>>> >>>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> 'unsubscribe' >>>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message