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.
1 roasting chicken
5-7 sprigs of rosemary
4 garlic cloves, peeled and crushed.
salt and pepper to taste.
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. :)