In Italy there lives a fowl
they know as Rooster Death;
but mainly that’s because it has
such dreadful garlic breath.
So if you think your reputation’s
getting rather ghastly
then after meals be sure to eat
a little bunch of parsley.
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Napowrimo #24: Rooster Death
24 April 2008 – 9:53 pm
Napowrimo #11: Chicken poem
11 April 2008 – 10:24 pm
A chicken is really just a duck
who makes the lifestyle choice to cluck.
Chicken a l’estragon
3 August 2006 – 9:00 pm
I don’t normally give French names to dishes I chuck together, but apart from the fact that this is very French-inspired, ‘estragon’ is such a good word. And it always makes me think of Waiting for Godot, a play I’ve never seen but which is quite famous.
Of course ‘tarragon’ is also a lovely word. Quite [...]
simple pleasures
24 July 2006 – 8:22 pm
A good-quality chicken breast, sliced nearly through and opened out like a book. Oil it and place it between two sheets of clingfilm, then beat it flat with a rolling pin. It doesn’t have to be carpaccio thin, just flat enough to cook through quickly.
Season with plenty of freshly ground black pepper and salt and [...]