The Wind Barn Creamy Chicken Curry
Armed with a pair of thick-lensed glasses and a steady hand, my late father would grab a ready-for-the-pot pasture-raised hen or a rooster on certain Sunday mornings. Watching the rather cruel fowl raid, the rest of the hen gang would raise a ruckus! I wasn’t a happy camper. Our home-raised, pretty chicks were my pets. …
