JoJo's Coq

Three years ago, John walked up the little path behind JoJo's house and up to La Borde for lunch with us. On the way he found a dying coq. We rang Dede and he came to see whether the fowl had been poisoned or killed. Small teeth marks punctured it's flesh, and it spasmodically, pathetically flapped it's wings in denial of its fate. Dede rung its neck and slit it's throat. He took it back to Miquel, plucked it and put it in his freezer.

On thursday of this week, Lalley took it out, cut it up and made a beautiful coq au vin for saturday's lunch. John was invited. We were invited.

In the three years it reposed in the freezer, JoJo died and Dede and John fell out over the 2008 municipal elections.

Water under the bridge, when you sit around a table together at the start of the Christmas holidays, and toast John for finding it, Dede for killing it, and Lalley for cooking it.