The Life of Periwinkle

In Memory of Periwinkle
June 2013 - November 2013

Left: Periwinkle as a chick.

Periwinkle as a rooster, so we shortened his name to Peri. It is difficult to sex chicks so sometimes you end up with a rooster.

Peri was a very gentle and mellow fellow. In fact, he never really displayed any rooster tendencies like crowing or being overly aggressive. Nonetheless, we decided that Peri had to go. It is illegal to keep roosters in the city and sooner or later he would begin to crow and make unhappy neighbors.

We decided the best way to truly honor Peri was to eat him.

So we had a dinner party in his honor.  No expense was spared. Fresh herbs. The finest wines. Garden fresh vegetables. We even referenced a Julia Childs cookbook.

Cal mincing garlic. Cal was the man behind the scenes. He was responsible for all aspects of bringing Peri from the yard to the table, even those not pictured in this blog.

J and Dani checking Peri's temperature.

Bon Apetit.

Eating your own rooster is a unique food experience in the current era of grocery stores and processed food. Most of our parents have probably had the experience of raising their own food from farm to table, but for our generation it is a novelty.