…and a dead rooster

When my mother arrived to France for my wedding in 2001 she made sure she brought with her a number of Greek delicacies. Including a skinned dead rooster from my grand mother’s flock. While she heard it from me, we cooked and ate it next day as “soup avgolemono”. It was delicious. ;-)

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memson wrote on February 16th, 2007 at 10:54 AM PST:

I’d hate to see a skinned rooster that wasn’t dead ;-) He’d be totally pissed I think!


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