I was preparing rosemary chicken for Sunday supper. I realized that I forgotten the garlic as I was placing Chuck in the pot. I set him in the crock and turned back to my chopping board. When I checked on him a moment later, I was struck by how much he looked like a little pink, bumpy guy patiently waiting for his doom. My daughter Emma said, "Oh Mom, Look at him! I'll go get my camera!" Several hours later we had him with sauteed spinach and garlic toast. Delicious![R.I.P. Chuck the Chicken]
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