This is a great salad to serve during the summer months, and who doesn’t like a great chicken story.
Once upon a time on my dad’s farm lived four young roosters who needed names. A good name can make or break a soul in this world so when dad called me at 8 a.m.in the morning, while I was at work, and asked my assistance in selecting names for his roosters, I was honored.
Since I had never seen his new roosters, I asked him to describe them for me.
The first rooster was black, small for his age and the first to learn to crow. He really had a thing for the lady hens. His most distinguishing characteristic was the long feathers that hung down on either side of his beak like sideburns. We named him Elvis.
Then, dad explained he wanted his other roosters named after Civil War generals. I am a Civil War buff, so he felt I would be the one to help him find appropriate military names. He stressed that the…
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