It started a few months ago when I found myself avoiding making dinner whenever chicken was on the menu. The boneless, skinless chicken breasts that we were in the habit of buying seemed more and more spongy to me, and didn't resemble at all the lovely hens that were decorating our backyard. At all.
So I contemplated meat chicks, chickens that are bred specifically to become tasty dinners. They only need about 8 weeks to grow to a good butchering size, which is a bonus because our little backyard homestead is already over our city's chicken limit.
So with strict instructions not to name these birds, not to love them, not to even cuddle them too much, I surprised the family with 7 fluffy, yellow chicks under the brooder lamp in the kitchen last week.
The Music Man asked me what breed I bought. "This breed," I said, as I pulled up a Google image of a Cornish Rock.
Seven weeks till dinner time!