When challenged by Her Majesty (and I so call her not for regal and commanding qualities but rather for her sovereignty), I maintained the possibility of a positive attitude while overseeing the late-planned progress of three chickens into the freezer. I now reaffirm, if you use Really Hot Water and Really Sharp Knives and largely stick to your principles. In this case, three principles, two conditions and one good call.
- Do not work at temperatures approaching freezing.
- It is never faster to pluck two flight feathers at once rather than one.
- Avoid Barred Rocks.
- Hundreds of overflying geese calling reset me to a graceful zero each time.
- A sweet man bringing a beer to the sunset-lit porch.
- Maintaining the awareness of my decision to pluck three chickens rather than the original five.
Saute fresh chicken livers in butter, then add sherry, sea salt, black currant jelly and a dash of balsamic vinegar. Eat from the pan waving tongs at any who approach. Spoils to the victor.