Posts Tagged ‘chicken’
Two good reasons why the chicken crossed the road
We like chicken. We love chicken. When we see a chicken preening its feathers, our mind quickly pops up an image of it defeathered and roasted to gleaming, succulent perfection. We see its breast removed, slit asunder, filled with something yummy, closed, wrapped up and baked.
Henry crisp and golden
I do know that Henry had lived a full and very active life, however brief. He had the run of a sizeable garden, and seemed ever to be foraging for yet more morsels with which to fatten himself up for our table. With hindsight, this was rather thoughtful of him, as he turned out to be succulent and perfectly tender, his skin crisp and golden.