Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Yesterday, I joined my neighbors for dinner...which almost always means I have a new story to tell! Last night's menu was rice and freshly slaughtered chicken! As we dined, the woman of the house described to me how she killed him. She held down his head with her right foot, held down the body with her left foot, and put an ax right through his neck. Her daughter explained that, in following Muslim tradition, after the rooster died, she took the blood and painted a cross on her forehead (oops...was this meat sacrificed?!). The conversation continued and someone confessed that they would miss his 6 AM crowing, and another boasted about how beautiful and colorful his tail-feathers were. Those of you who know me well, may remember that I didn't eat chicken for about ten years, as I had a pet chicken myself...I think I've come a long way! The dinner conversation may have been a bit strange, but the chicken was delicious!