Surely the answer is 'get mum to cook it'
I've seen lads wolf down their ma's dessicated shitbird with the zeal of a man who's not eaten in years.
stuffing a lemon up the arse also seems to work
That's what it's like when I go to mother's on a sunday - The understanding is both wings, the parsons nose and all the skin are fog on the tyne all mine all mine.