Cornish Hen and Silly Men

                Mon Blueberri! It’s summer! At least it is in my kitchen! Yesterday I was drinking raspberry cordial on my porch when I remembered that I never shared my world famous recipe for Cornish hen!! Such neglect on my part- I do apologize! Here is a picture of a kitten. 

Yes yes, you’re very welcome; however that still leaves you with no recipe. Fret not little one, this recipe is not responsible for the death of millions of blueberries. I am in no way a participant of genocide. First of all, you need a Cornish hen. Or a poussin.  But not a chicken. Chicken is for people with low standards.  Anyway, take your Cornish hen and butterfly it. Then lift the skin from the hen. In a bowl combine 2 Serrano chilies, on second thought make that 3. Now add 1 teaspoon of finely chopped garlic. Add the diced zest of 1 lemon, 5 rosemary sprigs, and 3 tablespoon softened butter. To that add a large handful of finely chopped parsley and the juice of one lemon. Mix all that well and then push it under the hen skin. Put it in the fridge and go take a shower. Nothing smells worse that a little girl covered with eau de raw fowl. Put on your sundress, a pair of sunglasses, a big floppy hat- hold the body spray, and then light up the grill. As soon as the charcoal is ready, place the fowl, flesh side down, on the grill and grill for 7 minutes. Flip and repeat for the other side. Now serve on a plain serving dish with lime wedges and rosemary sprigs.  

 Try to look modest yet charming and slightly surprised as the compliments come flying at you. Allow me to say that I am above and beyond a connoisseur of food. I am the particles that delight your tongue as you eat lemon sherbet. I am better than the texture of apple pie and smoother than a side dish of baba ghanoush. I am, humbly, your servant, Alfred James Milton. 

I am now exhausted from writing so I will take 1 teaspoon of honey and mix 1/8 teaspoon of chili powder, 1 tablespoon of unscented jojoba oil and two tablespoon Epsom salt and massage my feet with it. I will then quickly wrap my feet with hot wet towels and allow them to rest until the towels are cold. I have been accused numerous times of having perfectly sculpted if not pampered feet, to which I retort Guilty Guilty!