This is the first time I’ve cooked meat that looked like what it used to be, pre-kitchen. I refuse to cook turkey — don’t like eating it — so I decided to roast a chicken for our little Thanksgiving here. But it turns out that a chicken feels like a baby. I’ve mentioned the baby/poultry visual similarity before, but there’s also a weight issue. The chicken sits solid and heavy in your hands, placid and sturdy, like a sleepy baby. So that’s a little disturbing,
Also, my mom said the giblets would probably be wrapped in plastic inside the cavity, but there was no plastic. I mean, I don’t even like scooping out a pumpkin.
However, it’s all cleaned and stuffed now, safe in the oven and smelling pretty good. So I’m more or less over my trauma. But still.
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