Adric woke to the smell of forest and the sight of his nemesis, demure in black lace. He glimpsed himself, heroic in cold marble, a tomb, and a quiet green glade. "It's the Day of the Dead, Adric," she said. "Sit with me." A white cloth was spread. There was something red in the cup, tasting of ashes, regret, and attar of roses. The chicken was pungent with an herb he could not name. "Rosemary," she said. "The herb of remembrance." The meal was memory. She pulled him close. "We dance." When it finally came, the knife felt like tenderness. ---- Chicken "Nyssa" 1 roasting chicken 5-7 sprigs of rosemary 4 garlic cloves, peeled and crushed. 1 lemon salt and pepper to taste. olive oil Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Wash chicken in water. Pat dry. Place in an ovenproof dish. Rub the chicken with a garlic clove. Place 2-3 sprigs of rosemary and all of the garlic cloves in the empty body cavity. Arrange the rest of the rosemary springs around the chicken. Drizzle the chicken with olive oil. Sprinkle liberally with salt and pepper. Place in the oven. Roast the chicken for 45 minutes to an hour or until the juices run clear. --- I couldn't make a challenge and then sit out on the sidelines. :) Best, Joe