It turns out that many of you have been eagerly awaiting news of our recently deceased, and newly mummified Pharoah. In fact, King Cluck has become the new “Big Ball of Twine” in our neck of the woods. Just the other day, Leslie, a friend I haven’t seen in years (too many years, let’s not do that again) called to see if she and her boys could stop by to see King Cluck. (Her Mom was with her too, but I’ll bet this wasn’t her request). They just happened to be in the area (they live seven states away).
The visit was a success. Three brave boys all touched King Cluck and watched as I pulled him out of his salty resting place. I wanted to show them that there was nothing to worry about, so I didn’t even put gloves on. (I washed my hands with Lava – a lot).
It’s now six weeks into the mummification process, and I think we are getting close to the final stages before we put King Cluck into his sarcophagus.
So let’s check in.
After gathering the requisite salt and baking soda, I retrieved the triple bagged fowl from our upper garage. Mr. H. still does NOT want King Cluck mummifying near the house, but he did relent so I could change the salt in the kitchen. That’s him, standing far away, and wondering what he did to deserve this?
I opened the first bag.
I opened the second bag.
A slight smell of cloves and …. something we just couldn’t put our finger on.
I opened the third, and final, bag.
Well….not bad. Not bad at all. Well, not bad if you like the smell of a wet dog. Perhaps a dog that took a plunge in a bog. Maybe a dog that took a plunge in a bog and then napped with a wet sheep. Possibly a dog that took a plunge in a bog, napped with a wet sheep and then rolled in a cow barn. Something like that.
But not bad. Really.
Our good friend, Laurie, wanted to see King Cluck and helped me change the salt and baking soda. Now, King Cluck is contentedly relaxing on the mummified equivalent of crisp clean sheets.
I think you’ll agree that he looks pretty darned good.
…for a mummified chicken….