Then he cooked the first meal from this wonderful chicken. A roast dinner, just using the crown. We had it with roasted potatoes, onions and parsnips. Plus steamed, spring greens and carrots. He does a little trick while roasting the bird. For a while he turns it over and cooks it on it’s back.
I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.