Man With Cock

Standing around outside our casa in Trinidad, friends pointed out this old gentleman walking up the street. I waited despite their cries for “take a photo”, till he had passed me. He looked as if he had a long, hard life, but was obviously quite happen with his bird in the hand.

Man With Cock

In Cuba, we were offered the choice of Fish, Pork or Chicken. There are no chicken breasts, only legs and the underside, unless you wish to pay silly money and stay in a hotel and be insulated from the real Cuba.

If a Cuban owns their own chicken (Yes even in a socialistic country people can own things) they can enjoy the benifit of the entire chicken. However purchasing a chicken is very expensive and can not be done without some saving or bartering. No doubt this gentleman traded something for his prize and will not be eating it in a hurry. Its far too valuable.

One of the amazing things about any city in Cuba is the dawn chorus. Not the typical one us Irish are used to. You are awoken to the cries of hundreds of rosters all exclaiming the joy of a new day at 6am from the confines of each block. It is a tad weird when you hear it first considering you are in the city. Still Cubans are resourceful and do enjoy a good fried or grilled chicken.

The best thing is, all of these are 100% organic, and they do really taste so great.

One Reply to “Man With Cock”

  1. I used to keep chickens myself. I’m vegetarian, so it was not to eat them – but their eggs were a welcome treat each morning.

    And yes – roosters can be loud buggers.

    Some people think that chickens are stupid. I really can’t understand that, as one of my chickens, Bellina, would follow me around when she saw that I was carrying my spade – she knew that “spade == accessible worms”.

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