Chicken Dinner with giblets in Hand-Hell

I was excited to have a friend from my dad's days teaching at the law school joining us for dinner, so it seemed festive to roast a small chicken with a few potatoes. And it was nice - in theory, and practice a successful meal, but the preparation was an afternoon in Hand-Hell.

The chicken I buy usually come with their innards packaged in a small paper bag in the chest cavity. I discovered this handsome 5lb bird came still partially frozen (blue fingers!) with all the entrails lodged icily inside the bird, requiring fingertip raking to remove the nasty bits.

My fingers went numb, the blue and white crepe paper flesh looking cadavery and utterly unappetizing. Hopefully the company will think the healthy gal cooked - the one that comes in the afternoons to help with dad. Who wants to eat a meal prepared by fingers that look like this?

Gloves. They help for a while, but latex and any rubberized material where the skin can't breathe - well, it gets ugly. The flesh waterlogs and falls off, making the situation even worse. Cotton 'manicure' gloves are my 'go-to', but it isn't sanitary to handle raw chicken with them. Because eeeeewww.

Would you care to join us for dinner... in Hand-HEll? You're cooking!

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