Fried chicken, that is.
On braised kale and roasted roots: parsnips, turnips, celery root, and fat cloves of garlic with thyme and rosemary sprigs. We had a bit of an anatomy lesson as I broke whole legs down into two pieces each, and then I dredged them in seasoned flour and let them sit while a small pot of peanut oil got nice and hot. A little over half an inch of oil is plenty, and three batches got it all done.
It’s funny: I posted a picture of my dead cat, and was honestly surprised at how many people found that to be bold, or brave in some way. Most posts here feature a picture of a dead animal, albeit in a different context, and of course it’s perfectly normal. But a dead pet seems to cross some line. I included the picture because I thought it was honest, and made the post better. And in part I put it up because the cute animal sites probably get more traffic than the rest of the (non-porn) web combined. So I was all “OK Internet, here’s a cat picture for you. Should I put a big caption on it that says ‘CAN I HAZ BURIAL PLZ?'”
Anyway, he loved chicken. Nights that I made anything involving tuna and salmon he would get pretty worked up, but chicken made him positively apoplectic with desire. So this meal was for him. Does anyone know where I can buy a 40 oz. bottle of chicken stock to pour on his grave?