One of our son’s former scene shop student employees, Nick, now owns a hog farm in Lisle. And when we were last in Ohio, Christopher grilled a whole chicken that he had acquired from Nick during Nick’s last visit to Kenyon. It was delicious. And when we learned that Christopher, Annie and the Widge would be stopping to visit Nick at his farm on their way to Cooperstown last July, we asked if it might be possible to purchase one of Nick’s chickens.
Thus, we were delighted when one arrived at our freezer. And we were equally delighted to learn that we got the chicken as a result of a bartered deal between Christopher and Nick especially when we learned that said chickens, which are for the most part shipped to NYC, boast a handsome sale price of $19.00. Of course, we were, given our limited cooking skills, somewhat nervous about roasting it given its value. But the time had come.
As we removed the now thawed chicken from its plastic bag, we discovered the price was the least of our problems. Sticking prominently up from the front of the chicken, looking like we cannot say what, was the neck. We thought it had simply been placed that way in the front of the chicken. However, we were wrong. The neck was still attached to the chicken.
With great difficulty we did manage to surgically remove the offending neck from the bird, after which we called Christopher to ask if his chicken arrived in the same state. He assured us it did, to which we pointed out we would have appreciated a heads up about the situation, especially since it turned out that the unexpected appearance of the neck seemed to have completely destroyed our perspective about the chicken.