Rotisserie Cuisse de Poulet

I may have bitten off more than I can chew trying to paint a cuisse de Poulet today. You tell me how I did..

I know I said yesterday I'm a semi-vegetarian.

Make that semi-flexi-vegetarian who occasionally has a bite of saucisson. When in Rome you've simply got be open to experience. Though so far I've resisted red meat not including the saucisson.

Chicken is BIG in France and Paris is no exception.

True it is the symbol of France.

It's hard to go two steps without bumping into a chicken in one form or another...

I've become fascinated by the varieties of rotisseries here. Most of these are made by Rotisol.

This one is at the very fine boucherie (NEVER at a charcutier de tradition, Gilles Verot). I often pass by on the way to the pool.

The deal is the chickens as they turn release their juices and fat etc. onto the potatoes in the bin at the bottom. Garlic and parsley was added to these and they were out of this world. No question about it.

The very prestigious sign of Gilles Verot, winner of many, many prizes and awards and well worth a visit but not for rotisserie chicken. Moi, je me trompe :(

Today on 82, rue du Bac 75007 at Boucherie du Bac, another prize-winning butcher. See what I mean about the invasion of chickens?

In the marche...

Well-behaved chickens guard the free-range eggs.in the marche.

At Easter you cannot avoid chickens even if they are chocolate. Honestly if you have a problem with chickens, allergies etc. do not come to Paris. C'est comme ca.

They do come in other materials as well. Let's face it chickens are a nice decorative shape made of any old thing.

This shopkeeper was obviously mad for chickens though he was selling hats! Go figure? The love for the French chicken goes deep.

Café Pouchkine had amazing onion-domed checkered chocolate chickens for Paque/Easter.

Really they don't look so different from the real thing when you get down to it. Seen at the fabulous Agriculture Salon in March.

Everyone knows chickens are hard workers. In Paris they get to play as well which is a good thing. So now you know I've been downing a chicken leg or two per week. Please forgive Monsieur chicken!