It has been so very cold here these day and somehow that's just the right weather for a barbecue. A few nights ago we had a barbecue and our neighbors below also had one the same evening. If you look carefully, in one of the pictures you will see 7-8 chickens tied together. I was surprised when I crossed one of our neighbors carrying a bundle of flapping chickens down the stairs. They had built a big fire and were preparing for the feast. I watched them for a while from our balcony.
Every single one of our Northeast friends really loves meat, of many kinds, and barbecues are a time for telling stories. My friend Tovi was telling me that they don't throw anything away. He loves telling foreigners all of his stories because our eyes get real big and surprised every time. He told us that his family is killing a pig as soon as he comes home. The first curry that they make is with the blood and and they just simply stir it and add a few spices and some pork fat. He loves telling us about how he likes to eat the eyeball and ear and tail and everything. One time his friend had caught a deer and the family had cooked everything and had given him half of the full deer head (brains, eyeball, everything), he loves this sort of stuff. But he told me that his family doesn't eat duck because the ducks eat a lot of earth worms.
