100% fat-free photo.
I thought I would post this photo that E.g. took while we were in Paris, as an antidote to yesterday’s chicken soup recipe.
I’ve been doing a little background research before writing up a book report on Laugh-in-the-Sun Alyson Hill’s book, Chooks in the City. I used to be amazed when I would learn that certain colours or fabrics were forbidden to the lower classes*, but I’m finding that our own era has its share of arbitrary snobbery and repression.
For example, here in Toronto, you can own “sport” pigeons in your backyard but not laying hens. The message? Gambling is good; fresh eggs are bad. In the Maritimes, there has been a kerfuffle as governmental fingers have been wagged at suburban chicken owners, warning them that their birds might catch and spread avian flu, even though any cases of it have all appeared in factory farms. The message? Support agribusiness; discourage self-sufficiency.
With the recent growing interest in eating locally, maybe things in Canada will change for the better; instead of saying NO chickens, city bylaws could state a maximum NUMBER of chickens, just as they do dogs and cats.
Meanwhile, in Australia and certain American cities, people can and do keep hens, sometimes in the cutest little mobile coops. Alyson’s dad has had chickens in Canberra for almost thirty years, and Alyson has kept “chooks” for a few years now herself. Tomorrow I’ll (be able to photograph and) tell you a little more about the book she’s written.
* In the 1960s you could blow your mind while wearing purple corduroy. In the Middle Ages you could lose your head for it.