Rooster--it's what's for dinner
On Saturday, we bid adieu to our chicken. The event was a bit anti-climactic; no wild squawking or headless running. As you can see, Charlie did a great job of holding the talons down while Pa, our cook, delivered the coup de grace. Living with a rooster for a week was worth it: his room smells awful, but the meal was delicious (as I hope you can tell from the picture). (We discovered that natural, non-genetically enhanced chickens have far less meat on their bones than 
what you find in the States.)
--tg
posted by Charlie, Tommy, and Wesley | 9:39 AM
4 Comments:
That looks quite delicious! Was the day eudaemonic, perhaps?
What's that stuff with the chicken? I think it's not rice.
one of my friends used to raise chickens. after wringing their necks, she cut the feet off and painted their toenails red. She kept the chicken feet in her parent's freezer. i know. weird.
I see that you have ketchup in Cameroon! :)
The food looks yummy (!) and what a great story to go along with it.
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