Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken

He chopped vegetables and slid thyme off stems, while I rubbed oil and shoved lemon into darkness.

Six hours slow cooking and seven minutes kissing the broiler later, he dug the dull knife into the loose joints of our browned bird. Nauseated, I walked my ears away. (Sorry, Julia Child.)

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