I asked my kids this weekend what the menu of the week might look like if they were to choose dinner every night.
To my surprise, my daughter requested a roast chicken for dinner on Monday night. Since my son is now a vegetarian I am even less inclined than before to make such things but I said yes because I felt it was a reasonable request.
I didn't get home until almost 6 though so I had to cut the chicken in half and it still took over an hour to cook at 400 degrees.
I can barely look at this picture. Handling that poor dead chicken made me feel like a barbarian and as I dutifully washed, severed and seasoned it I told myself that this is just what people do.
Of course it was a delicious dinner but I think I'm seeing my son's point of view more and more.