Do you know what happens when the caponization (castration) fails? You get a rooster. You all know what roosters do. They crow sometimes a lot sometimes not. HE did. His name was Frank. I named him after a fellow I had dated that summer. He was a pain in the you know what, as he wouldn't leave me alone. He was always calling, driving out "to the country" and "just happen to be going by." I went out with him once and that was enough.
Frank was the first one to go, if you know what I mean. He tasted good, stuffed tightly with that bread and cracker stuffing my Aunt used to make. Although I was a little squeamish staring at his golden brown juicy skin when he was placed on the table, those feelings went away quickly and I cleaned my plate savoring the cranberry sauce and biscuit at the end. So to you I say...Frank? Frank who?
P.S. Linking up with Angela today at W VA Treasures for her Tuesdays Show & Tail.