Caponizing must truly be an almost-lost art/skill, as spellcheck hates it. Also, it does not care for the word capon or capons or caponize ... (*sigh*), as my son would say. My neighbor who raises grass-fed beef cattle up the road did not know what caponizing is, nor could he recall ever eating a capon. In truth, the last time I remember seeing a capon in a grocery freezer was when I was still a kid. Since hubby spent part of his youth in Germany while his dad was stationed over there, he has eaten capon and remembers it with great fondness and enthusiasm.
|the complete set of caponizing tools|
I even have my first "volunteer" for the process. One of the whitish cockerels pulled out another cockerel's flight feather yesterday afternoon - YEOUCH! It's difficult enough to pluck a flight feather on a deceased and scalded chicken, but to yank one out of a live and squawking one? Funny part is, I could hear one of my old drill sergeant's voice as I said, "Congratulations, sh*tbird - You just volunteered!" while pulling the guilty party out of the triangle tractor. Since he will be the very first, I will slaughter him before I start. He volunteered for the stock pot, not vivisection. The drill sergeants always told us that sh*tbird was a term of endearment, and meant in an affectionate way.