This was a half a “fryer.” I don’t really know what a fryer is and prepping this felt like I was going to roast a cat. In the end I felt like I burned more calories getting the meat off the bone than there was actual calories in the meat I wrestled off the thing.
A peregrine falcon left something not unlike the detritus of this meal in my back yard. I nearly passed out when I encountered it. I mean, in a masculine way.
I ate this, what there was of it. I’ll eat anything.