I was reminiscing with my family this morning about living in the 'olden days' when there were no skinless, boneless chicken breasts to cook with. I remember a RS homemaking night that taught us how to remove bones from chicken, but it was too hard. I rarely cooked chicken recipes.
Then my 98 year old mother posted this in our family group:
"My mother had to clean the insides out of the chicken (after my dad killed it and hung it up to bleed). Then she defeathered it, cut it in pieces and cooked it. The defeathering was before the gutting. I never learned to cook at home. Wonder why?"
If there is nothing else in your life today that you are grateful for, take a moment and be grateful for boneless, skinless chicken breasts!
(Unless you are a vegetarian, of course. If I lived in my mother's day, I think that's exactly what I would have been. Or starved.)