May 11, 2010

Pluck Pluck For the Fun of It

There were three plucky Moms there today to help with this sheep innards dissection.

Once I got over the shock of having been coerced into it, it was cool.

With gloved hand I had my hands between the heart and fat sack to show the boys where to cut and exactly what was what. I held a trach while a kid split it in half lengthwise, telling the kids if we sliced it widthwise instead we'd have what looked like calamari. And as yet other kids went on about how gross it all was, I assured them that in some countries these parts were eaten readily and if we'd just had the stomach, we could talk about haggis.

A couple girls were grossed out by all of it and one had to leave, not from our conversation, as I was pretty good around them, but just because the entire Pluck made them queasy.

The boys in general thought it was cool and my mantra over and over again became, 'KEEP the sheep juice ON the table!"

I will say though, as the boys grabbed the lungs and squeezed the juice out of it (the lungs were rinsed), I was thankful I'd already had breakfast. That was ... nasty.

Tomorrow we dissect the heart and then I believe my job as 'paper towel hander outer and sheep juice patrol' is over.

I said to my eldest, "You never asked me to help with doing the Pluck."

He looked at me thoughtfully and said, "You know, I think I just forgot we were supposed to ask our parents. I know that I did ask you to do a lot of things... and you never said no. I know that for sure."

That made me feel good.

Meanwhile, I washed my hands over and over and even though I had gloves on, my hands did not feel clean. I got to my cube and one of the guys asked, 'How'd it go?'

I replied, "Doesn't matter how much I wash them, they smell like Pluck!"

Needless to say, the conversation took a far worse turn...

Posted by Boudicca at May 11, 2010 09:05 PM

Ahhh.... haggis!

Posted by: Angus of Jura at May 11, 2010 09:10 PM

Hey, I dissected a possum the other night with a .357 magnum. It was attacking Stretch and the Juju Woman. Plucked it was.

Posted by: Yabu at May 12, 2010 08:16 AM

This is one plucked-up story, I don't care who you are...

Posted by: Elisson at May 12, 2010 05:02 PM