We had too many roosters and I recently asked our 16-year-old son to get the least uncharitable one ready for the pot.

(Yes, I know, it’s sad. But, did you know that too many roosters will kill your hens? The cold, hard facts.)

He dispatched, cleaned, plucked and had it in my pot—looking as nice (or nicer) as anything you’d buy in the store—in short time.

I was impressed. Darn impressed.

But I have to laugh. He can impress a middle-aged woman. But I think he’ll need to take a different tack to impress a younger one.