In honour of P's birthday, we drank a beer, left a bit in the can, then stuck it in a chicken and roasted it up on the bbq. The best part is that the chicken was free, thanks to a little bartering with a neighbour farmer who needed some bush-hogging done. This little guy was free-range (umm, the chicken, not P) and tasted pretty good (again, I mean the chicken).
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