Chicken
Oops, I forgot to mention a little something. The other night I thought it would be nice for Jen, Nathan, and me to have a nice dinner on my roof. (When I say roof, it´s a covered half open room with a chimney/fireplace where you can eat and do whatever. It is also the place to wash and dry your clothes, but that is beside the point.) I had it all planned out. The menu: guacamole w/ chips, cherry glazed chicken, zucchini eggplant parmasean, winecoolers with nectarine slices, and finally chocolate dipped strawberries. Everything turned out pretty good, and we had a nice evening. The part I want to mention is about when I bought the chicken. This, I have to say, was not the easiest meal to prepare. If only for the reason that when I bought the half of chicken, it came with more than I bargained for. I had to break, rip, and cut off a foot and the actual head and neck of the chicken! It even still had the beak! Sorry if it´s gross, but you didn´t have to do it! Getting rid of the foot wasn´t too terribly bad, but come on guys…it´s weird to look at your food in the face, let alone break and cut off it´s neck and head! Ew. Well, I just thought I´d share this little experience of the simple act of making dinner around here. And ohhh what you see in the market place… But that´s a whole other story.
Gina: The title of this should have been “No Fun for Momo” (or “No Fun, No Mo”). Funny!! Would it have been better to get the half of the chicken with just the foot or would that have been weirder? (Rosa says: what is up with that?)
Rosa: That sounds like a great meal. I’d like a recipe for Cherry Glazed chicken (sounds so good, says Gina). Of course, we’ll buy a chicken further along in the prep process, but Gina has plucked chickens before. I guess she can do it. I would love, by the way, to have pics of the market, but they may be weirded out by a camera there. You don’t want to look like a tourist and then try to bargain for a good price (kinda hard if you have an expensive camera). So I would like to hear about it when you can, but that can be later (we go out in service in the rurals here–chicken houses, ranches, fields, and nature moments–we’ve seen some gross stuff already, I could tell you stories, but I won’t here). love and hugs, rosa and gina (that was a long comment, if i do say so myself, rw)
Ha. You guys are hilarious. I actually did get to deal with the half of chicken with only the foot. I cut it up and cooked it the night before, mmm BBQ. I had thought that it was weird, but I managed to get through it. Then, the very next night I had to deal with oh so much more! ha. I lived, and I think I´m stronger for it. Props to Gina who has actually had to pluck a chicken. I do not envy you. ha. Love you guys. Thanks for writing. (I´ll try to get some pics of the market no matter how weird I look.)