Half a Pig & a Wedding
Rebecca Sicree on Pride of Table, Celebration & Other Disorders
One of you kids," my husband groaned, "needs to take your mother's book away from her and hide it."
"But it was my Christmas present," I protested.
"I do not want to eat anything for dinner next Christmas," my long-suffering husband declared, "that is half chicken and half pig."
I was reading a delightful medieval cookbook I had gotten for Christmas, and my husband was talking about a cockentrice. A cockentrice is not the same thing as a cockat . . .