Biography/Memoir

The unexpected gratitude of eating roast chicken after taking LSD

At the farmhouse that morning, as one friend scraped bits of eggs and toast into the trash can and another ceremonially laid out tiny square tabs of LSD on the coffee table… “Acid chicken,” someone said.

I took a chicken out of the refrigerator, salt-and-peppered it, and stuffed it with lemons and onions and garlic. My friend Frannie roasted a pan of broccoli and a bunch of cherry tomatoes, which went into a big orzo salad with feta and toasted pine nuts, which we assembled in a big ceramic bowl and then covered with foil. The chicken went back into the fridge; we put the tabs on our tongues.

Original Article (Bon Appetit):
The unexpected gratitude of eating roast chicken after taking LSD
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