The Great Canned Chicken Leg Experiment

“Leave it inside your pack out in the sun over the weekend and eat it for lunch on Tuesday.

Is there any way you could set up a webcam on yourself starting at say Tuesday, 1:30 pm?”

“"If the chicken smells like rotting fish when you pull it out of the bag, feed it to the neighbor's dog!"
Father Goose
10:13:58 AM
05/22/02



thats very very funny would it work on the cats that are in the backyard meowing ALL night?”

“Hey Violin, what did I ever do to you?”

“Just trying to advance science.”

“If that's the case I'll pay for the shipping, if you'll give me your address!

:)”

“Gack!!!”

“Observations:

1. The neighbor became politely beligerent with the testor (if that is possible) when confronted about the barking dog. The testor is now considering offering the subject to the neighbor, rather than the dog.
2. All aspects of the subject seem unchanged.

Note:

The testor will be leaving for five days to hike in the Carson-Iceberg wilderness, so the testors wife has offered to observe the subject during this time period.

All further research will be posted on the testor's return.”

“Before I left, I might double-bag The Experiment, box it then duct tape it before I left town -- just in case it explodes or somethin'.

You could always cut observation ports in the box if necessary.


About that neighbor... Are we absolutely sure that Bacpac is in Arkansas?”

“At least you talked to him first, Phaedrus. We had a problem with one of our dogs barking when she got out, and the cop who lives behind us didn't have the decency to complain to us first...he just called Animal Control.

Of course, his worthless bag of hair barks all damn day long....”

“1. The neighbor bought one of those sound collars for his dog while the testor was away, and the testor's wife tells him there's been sweet peace every since.
2. The chicken leg has turned a deep orange-tan.
3. The small air-bubble has expanded to the point that the once-vacuum-sealed bag looks like a partially inflated baloon.
4. The juice inside the bag seems to have large particles floating in it, which the testor can't really identify.
5. The leg no longer feels solid to the touch (albeit, the testor went about this very gingerly, so as not to break the bag's seals). It feels, rather squishy and gelatinous.
6. The seals (thank god) are fine.
7. There is no odor.

Conclusion:

There may be a way to can meats in sealed bags at home. The method detailed above, however is NOT the way to do so.

No, the testor is not about to open the bag, and those of you who were rooting for such an outcome can send the testor your address, and he will happily forward the subject (which is now sitting atop the dumpster outside, for further long-distance, morbid observation).

Outcome:

Marginal failure. The testor will attempt another method at some point in the future, using a pressure cooker.”

“What does the testee say about this?”

“The folks at the Centers for Disease Control don't even want it, hmmm?”

“The CDC may not want it, but the FBI is monitoring this site as of today.”

“No kidding, this chicken leg could be put to evil purposes, without a doubt!”

“Stop being such a baby and eat the thing already!”

“LOL, Violin, now I have to clean my monitor!”

“Don't read TT and drink at the same time.”

“Awww man, I was hoping for the canning revolution!!”

“Yeah. me too. This seems more and more like a hairbrained scheme, though. I'll try it with a pressure cooker, but I need to get a couple of books to read on the subject, and I need to find someone who can examine the final product for safety... Anyone work for the FDA or USDA, or at a college in microbiology?”

“Your local coop extension might be able to tell you where you could get it tested. I have you send it to me, but then we'd definitely get in trouble, and I won't be here.”

“Dig a 6' hole in the back yard.Put your Therm-o-rest chair at the bottom of the hole---then eat the chicken leg.We'll all sit at our screens for the results of this test.”

“I hear the Gov is working on non-violent weapon systems... you should send the leg there.... the smell would probably add to the currently planned stinkbomb”

“Why don't you throw the chicken leg into the neighbor's yard and let that damn dog conclude the experiment?”

“I won't do that because the dog is actually quiet now. I Actually had a chance to talk to my neighbor this morning, and he apologized and told me that the other neighbors from behind us had threatenend to call the police on him. Now I look like the nice neighbor, and they're the mean ones.”

“Life in suburbia.”

“Yeah. Plastic shrink-wrapped people with SUV's and well-groomed lawns.

Ah well, at least no one has tried inviting me to an amway seminar yet.”

“that's a hell of a 'water' balloon you've got growin', there!

fire!”

“Hurl!”

“I have some chicken enchiladas I would be willing to donate to the bagged chicken experiment.”

“Recycling is good in some cases, biz, just not this one...”

“are you a chicken canner or a motorcycle mechanic?!?!?”

“It's all in the way you shim it...”

“Ever hear the one about the Traveling Salesman and the Three-legged Chicken?”

“the suspense is killing me!!!!!!”

“Fine! More for me!”

“Three-legged Chicken Enchiladas?”

“Okay, here's the Readers' Digest version...

The Traveling Salesman is driving down a country road this white BLUR shoots past him. He tries to catch up, 60-70-80 mph, but it leaves him in the dust. He sees it take a right onto a dirt track leading to a farmhouse, so he drives up there.

The farmer comes out, and the salesman asks what the hell it was. The farmer says, "Well, I been breedin' chickens fer years. And ya see, I like a drumstick, my wife likes a drumstick and our son does also. So... after a few years, I finally managed to breed a three-legged chicken.

The salesman asks, "So, how do they taste?"

"To tell the truth, we haven't been able to catch one."



Aren't cha glad you asked?”

“Get back to work.”

“back on the thread a reference copied from another board about food safety : food safety after power outage ”

“Interesting quote from that site:
“Always taste a food with questionable odor or color. And remember, if the food is not safe for you, feed it to your neighbor’s pet.””

“BOOOOOO, Tilt!!

Violin, you forgot the part about videotaping it! silly.”

“No more chicken for me!”

“Are you the Chicken Nazi?”

“it's the rotting chicken extravaganza!”

“I think Phaedrus should have kept his "experiment" all this time, taking periodic pictures for our edification.”

“Why do we not have threads of this calibre any more.”

“Thank you Lyra!”

“no no, thank Phaedrus!

so did you really think it would work, Phaedy, or were you being silly? i could never tell!”

“If he had vacuum-sealed it, and irradiated it, it would still be good.”

“My cheeks hurt from smiling.”