Sunday, January 21, 2018

Roasting a Chicken at 6AM Sunday Morning

I am roasting a chicken thinking of my grandmother Sophie. Her Brighton Beach apartment always smelled of roasted chicken. I am roasting a chicken as I drink my morning coffee because by the time dinner-time arrives I am too tired and hungry to roast a chicken. So I am roasting a chicken at 6 AM while everything is gliding forward into the day.

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