Eating Cock

Saturday night, I ate cock in front of a lot of people. It was succulent and juicy. The meat practically fell off the bone. I had sauce all over my face. Husband even had a taste. (He was not impressed, and will probably not eat much cock in the future.)

I indulged in cock once before when I was in Paris last November. My cousin took Husband and I to a neighborhood joint near her apartment in Montparnasse, and she recommended ordering the cock. I loved it and craved more, although it took me a year to get my act together to get some, mostly because I am too cheap to pay for cock, and you gotta go to the right places to get some. Cock ain't cheap.

Yes, coq au vin at a French bistro (in Saturday's case, Les Halles) is delectable. Who knew that roosters could be so tasty?