…and a dead rooster
Posted on Fri 16 Feb 2007 at 12:47 AM PST. Filed under Personal.
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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I’d hate to see a skinned rooster that wasn’t dead
He’d be totally pissed I think!
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