Right, before anyone starts spreading rumours โ no, I did not cook one of my own chickens.
The audacity of the thought.
My girls are outside living their best lives, clucking like theyโre on council business.
Meanwhile, Iโm inside making a proper pot of chicken foot soupโฆ using shop-bought feet, thank you very much.
Sweet potatoes, cho cho, dumplings, green banana, plantain โ the whole Caribbean parliament was present.
And the chickens?
All lined up at the door watching me like Iโd called a staff meeting.
One even side-eyed me, as if to say,
โHope thatโs not who I think it is in that pot.โ
Relax, babes. Youโre safe. For now.
Anyway, video on the way.
Soup bubbling, chickens gossiping, and me โ Hippy in High Heels โ trying to run a respectable homestead while dealing with poultry with attitude.