Where's the beef?

I enjoy our life here in Mexico. My children and I are able to witness and experience things that we would never be exposed to in the States. Let me share one such experience.

Today, my nephew, Ivan, brought us two live chickens to keep in our back patio. We'd only have to watch the chickens for a day or two, because the chickens were soon to be someone's lunch! My kids weren't keen on the idea of eating these 2 precious creatures that they had just met. But were very happy to help care for them. We continued on with our day and had lunch at my mother-in-law's house. After a couple of hours of conversation, it was time for us all to leave. Before departing, my brother-in-law, Gerry (Ivan's dad), wondered what to do with the chickens. He and his wife agreed to make the chickens tomorrow for lunch at the ranch. But before they could feast on the chickens, they needed to kill them. Nobody was volunteering for that job, except my father-in-law.

As soon as my father-in-law heard that the chickens needed to be "terminated", he asked my hubby to accompany him and unlock our house door so he could gain access to the chickens. (My house is only 3 houses down from my in-law's.) Not long after they left, 3 of my children, my teenage niece and my 2 teen nephews decided to go watch. My hubby tried to dissuade the younger children from watching, explaining that it wasn't going to be pretty. But they wanted to see how things used to be done, back in the "old days". The actual "act" didn't take long. I won't go into details, but I'm told, that my back patio was in need of a good rinsing, to get rid of all the blood.

Upon returning to my mother-in-law's house, I expected my children to be a bit traumatized and in dire need of psychiatric help. Not so!!! All the kids came back laughing, going on and on about how cool Grandpa is, and how he just flung those chickens with ease. And my children explained to me, that they now understand the expression, "Running around like a chicken without it's head". This is one of those moments when you just think, "Only in Mexico"!

Now the chickens needed to be transported back to my mother-in-law's house to be cleaned and feathered. For this, my father-in-law used my bucket that I use for mopping my house. (I don't think I'll be using it again.) Anyway, now everyone is back at my in-law's home. Most of the adults are outside talking. But the little ones are all inside, sitting in the patio, attentively watching their grandparents clean the chickens. It was quite educational. They got to see the heart, the liver and the intestines. My eldest daughter said that the only "gross" part was when they got to see the chicken's poop. By then, the kids were all ready to go home!

One might think that this would turn the kids off chicken. (I know it crossed my mind, and I didn't even witness any of it!) But, kids in general, are pretty resilient. I asked my kids if they would ever want to eat chicken again, and they all answered that they wanted eat "those" chickens, tomorrow! Kids!!!

With Love,
Leslie Limon


  1. I found this hilarious -- well written too! You never know what kids will think. Now having a grown daughter, nieces, and nephews, I also enjoy chatting with them about what they remember from their childhoods. Wonder what your kids will remember from this!

  2. Thank you so much Rosana for just taking the time to check out my blog! And another thank you for the compliment. (Those are always nice to hear.)

  3. So funny, you know I use to help my grandparents cut and clean fish and the thought of doing that now is just gross. ;) Kids can be so funny, I love the way this was written.