Having been a part of my Northeast Minneapolis
neighborhood for over a dozen years, I can tell you – and you can believe me: Logan
Park has many enviable features.
There’s the guy with the boom box at the tennis court –
the one with the knee-high gym socks and fanny pack? – offering admission-free
studies in interpretive dance.
There are the many fine food trucks parked outside our
many fine brew pubs.
Hic!
And there is the recent flurry of online activity
regarding a rogue chicken.
Ladies and gentlemen, there’s a feral chicken in our
midst.
The interwebs is alive with speculation as to whom it
could belong. Whole Facebook groups have weighed in: Does that guy on Adams, over by Denny, keep
that breed of chicken? Or maybe it’s that guy on Washington? Maybe
the chicken is branching out.
Maybe the chicken will move from house to house and then
head south with the Snow Birds once winter comes.
Who can tell?
And who knew so many people in the city keep chickens?
Frankly, I know very little about chickens or their role
on the urban landscape. Perhaps this sort of thing happens in all
communities. Perhaps there are people in Chicago right now talking
about the chicken in the alley, wondering where it came from, what it’s doing
there, how it would taste after a little time in a light brine and followed
with a cornbread stuffing.
No, no, no. That’s ridiculous.
I would never suggest a cornbread stuffing with a metropolitan
chicken.
Now
a orange/cranberry glaze might be tasty...
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18 comments:
Urban chickens. Sounds like the name of a rock band. An awesome rock band!
Dawn, I love The Urban Chickens!!
I would imagine that the feline residents of your home (and the neighborhood) must also be quite interested in this Urban Chicken. Perhaps one of them will bring that chicken home for dinner one day soon.
We came home from vacation to discover a dozen chickens and one rooster in our neighbor's yard. They are down to five chickens and the rooster flew the coop.
And you can practice your post-apocalypse meal prep skills by catching that chicken, wringing its neck, and plucking those feathers. Woo-hoo!
I kinda can't believe I wrote that.
"Oh, remember me, my darling when spring is in the air
And the bald headed birds are whispering everywhere
When you see them walking southward in their dirty underwear...
What you have, Pearl, is an Urban Canadian chicken.
The chicken's breed. That is important. Buff Orpingtons make fine pets. Take it in, harbor a pet. On the other hand, any other breed, take it in, I mean ingest it with a nice orange/cranberry glaze.
Who knows why the chicken hangs out in a Chicago alley? We're still asking why they cross the road.
Does Liza Bean know about the chicken?
Hari Om
...what seasoning can I add to this gathering of recipes? The YAM xx (perhaps)...
Urban Chickens sounds better than City Turkeys.
I won't tell Henny about the cornbread stuffing comment. . . ;)
Got any good urban squirrel recipes?
Hehe, so we should take the hint as to what is going on when your Facebook status is updated too "At the grocery, picking up some glaze"?
Haha, enjoy your weekend Pearl.
Myself, I prefer to do a variation on the 'rouen duck'....first smother the chicken, keeping the blood inside. Then, the same day, pluck, eviscerate, and brine the bird. Cook at a high temp, salt, pepper and a liberal stuffing of onion and green chili.
Do enjoy.
Ta
I tell you what I do know about chickens they are nice and yummy and run around after they are beheaded
Cornbread stuffing? Not in this mouth, thanks very much. I do like the sound of orange/cranberry glaze though. Now, where is this chicken?
I hear that chickens have become the new pocketbook pet.
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