The party continued all week.
Saturday night, we went for dinner at the home of friends of ours in Dunster.
Our friend S. had asked in mid-week what my favourite dinner is. Although I have MANY favourite meals, I have always especially enjoyed the roast chicken that we have at their house, and these are are usually obtained from a local hobby farmer. I replied that I would love to have one of “Jim’s chickens”, thinking that my friend had one in the freezer!
As it turns out, our friends didn’t have one, and asked Jim, who said that he was COMPLETELY OUT of chickens and turkeys. S. decided to go out to Jim’s after teaching school that day, in order to buy some of Jim’s homemade sausage. When she got there, Jim led her out to his freezer building and showed her, conspiratorially, two precious frozen chickens and said that S. could pick one.
So we had a “Jim’s chicken”, made all the more wonderful by the adventure in the obtaining of it and the shortage of supply. All the rest of the meal was excellent, as always, and the red wine robust, and the company wonderful.
