Birds and rice.
As a youngster, about 12 or 13, a bunch of us country boys went down on the creek bank to fish, frog gig, catch snakes, whatever.....and cook some chicken and rice in a wash pot. I was put in charge of doing the cooking. It was momma's wash pot, our creek bank and my chicken. So, I get the water to boiling, kill the chicken, pluck it, chop it up and throw it in the pot. After a little while it was time to add the rice. I put a cup full in for every boy there. That didn't look to me like it was enough for a bunch of hungry, growing boys.....so, I put in some more rice......and after thinking on it a few minutes....added some more rice......to this day we ain't found no part of that damn chicken hiding in all that rice.