Chicken and Beer
I’ve always dreamed of owning a “Martha” mini-farm where I could raise chickens which lay blue eggs, harvest bushels of fresh herbs and maybe even herd a goat or two. But now that I have a cold-blooded, dull knifed, vegan chicken killer in the family, I’m not so sure.
Poultry speaking, Sarah it seems I needn’t send you a terribly expensive (flown in from France, apparently first class seating) turkey this Thanksgiving as I did when you studied abroad in Copenhagen. It seems you and pals have plenty of survival skills now on your own! Just remember as Julia says, “Do not be afraid, address the chicken…” Bon Appetit!
Maybe I would be a tad “healthier” if I had to ride my mountain bike an hour for a warm beer…or two.
Sarah George
Bev Henderson-George
