From my journal: March 14, 2010
Last night a chicken fell in the well and drowned. Stupid chicken – but thanks, because I got to eat you for lunch!
Last week I finally got to eat dog. I’ve been telling my family that I really wanted to try it and to let me know the next time someone kills a dog to eat. At last, they brought me a piece of greasy barbecued dog on a leaf. At first, I thought they were joking, but it definitely didn’t taste like any other meat I’ve eaten. And it was tasty! Kind of spicy. But it was very tough, probably because all the Ine dogs are very skinny. So a nice healthy American dog would probably be nice and tender. So Piper (my family dog back in the U.S.) had better watch out. Next time I’m home and she’s bad, I might just throw her on the barbecue!
