It’s a classical homeschooler rite of passage, right? The dreaded chicken mummy. What mom in her right mind wants a raw chicken sitting around her house for 40 days?
Last week was crazy, but I waited until Sarah brought her boys over and figured it would be fun for James to join in, too. We rinsed the chicken in alcohol, stuffed him full of salt scented with cardamom, covered him with more salt mixture, and doubled bagged him. All week, we made sure he was covered with dry salt.
Then we checked him today and refreshed his salt covering. Picture courtesy of Tommy.
33 more days to go…