In the 50's I remember when growing up that the local butcher always had the freshest meats. Mom packed the freezer till she barely got the door closed. Dad came home from work, opened the freezer door to get a snack, and a bunch of chickens came tumbling out. Dad cried out "Connie, what the heck are you doing with all these chickens?" "Oh," she replied "they were on sale." But mom's fricassee was a family favorite handed down through generations, and she would make this tomato based chicken stew and serve it over white rice with a side of fried plantains. We never had any leftovers.