I wanted a rooster or two. So we went to the auction and I came home with a couple of fine looking boys. The one we named Boston became a terrorizing monster (he's the evil villain in this story.) He attacked from the front and the rear. He left bruises in places I needed a mirror to see. I swear I overheard him plotting to tie me to the railroad tracks!
Needless to say, Boston had to go. So my
The other day, as I was rummaging through the freezer, I found a package marked with bold, black sharpie "BOSTON-ROO." I decided it was time to take that bird off the ice and send him to a new destination- Oven Camp. So today I have a roaster full of a villainous bad boy. And every time I smell that wonderful aroma of chicken goodness, I can't help but smile and think to myself- "Welcome to happily ever after, Boston."
