This weekend we wanted to cook rice with chicken and Spanish potato omlette for the people from the office.  We asked where we can buy chicken and they signalled to the hens running around outside.  We had to specify that we wanted it dead and preferably without feathers.

We asked our cook to buy the chicken and prepare it.  So a while later she appeared in the kitchen with the live bird underarm clucking away... And we're used to nice, clean chicken, cut in pieces and on a plastic tray.

When we returned to the kitchen, the animal was dead and featherless, but still whole and the cook had left.  So it was left to David to hack away with a potato peeling knife.  What seemed like a huge chicken became a tiny thing with mini drumsticks. We put it all in the rice, and seeing as here they even eat the bones, we didn't have to throw anything away.  At least we know it was free range!
They loved the Spanish omlette and have asked us to show them the recipe.