Since our chickens had taken to cannibalism, the only way to "cure" them was to scratch the whole flock. So we set a date and finally did the deed. The next night, we all reconvened and feasted.
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| Look at the blood-lust in his eyes...creepy |
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| Also creepy, Ed pumping the chicken heart |
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| Late night plucking = 2 hours of back breaking feather plucking into the wee hours of the night. |
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| Marcus going to town on that chicken. |
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| The feast: kale/mango salad, beans, corn on the cob, zaalouk (Moroccan eggplant dip), beer bread, mashed sweet potatoes with chilis, roasted chicken and caramel apple pie all enjoyed by best friends. YUM! P.S., The chicken was flavorful but so tough :( |
I'll never look at the "Chicken Dance" in quite the same way again...
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