La soupe au coq
The coq got a reprieve for Easter because people here are not allowed to kill animals until the holly weekend is over. But the following day with Stoyan and his wife Milena we chased him and cornered le coquerel in the barn. Stoyan with the speed and dexterity of a killer grabbed his wings. And with no more than two movements placed his neck on the board and guillotined the cocky bastard with an axe.
Le coq bounced up with his head hanging upside down with only a shred of skin and a few feathers to keep it attached to his neck. He took off and ran like Hussein Bolt looking sideways, ready to score gold on my arse. Stoyan saved my arse and French pride by catching the beast and throwing him in the bucket.
Ruska boiled and plucked it. She brought us half to make a broth. A little bit of onion and slow cooking, oooolala, merveilleux, vkosno, we drank its soul and ate its flesh...
Happy Birthday Koza,
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Da Chi X
Merci Mr Chi, Da Koza says baaaaa
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