Almost every Sunday, I cook a chicken. As in an entire chicken. As in the total bird. As in the whole bawk bawk. Minus the head. That would be grody. I was going to post a picture of the raw chicken but that would be mucho grody (pardon my Spanish).
For some reason, I feel compelled to shoot the breeze with the chicken as I season her and get her ready to cook. I know that's weird, but it's not like she talks back. Usually. And she's a surprisingly good listener. Okay. Maybe not that surprising. She is missing her head.
