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Home » Tourism » Wish You Were Here Postcards – Poultry Shopping in the Fes Medina

Wish You Were Here Postcards – Poultry Shopping in the Fes Medina

22/10/2014 by Amanda

There’s really no doubting how fresh your chicken is when you practically have it processed before your very eyes. We are used to a much more sanitised version of our food, but in the medina in Fes you get to meet it first.  It’s so fresh you can hear it clucking. Really.

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  1. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella

    October 22, 2014 at 4:58 pm

    That is super fresh indeed! Such a contrast, the plate of perfectly clean, plucked clean and the chickens just metres away.

  2. Maureen | Orgasmic Chef

    October 22, 2014 at 5:43 pm

    I love fresh chicken but having a dance with it before I eat it is gonna be difficult for me. I’d cry and then I’d want to take it home. I know, I’m a failure at food.

  3. Tania @My Kitchen stories

    October 22, 2014 at 10:05 pm

    Oh yes we are so used to thinking our food comes on a tray covered with plastic. If we were aways able to experience food like this we would respect it more probably

  4. Hotly Spiced

    October 23, 2014 at 12:00 pm

    I do hope the chickens that are living don’t have to watch their fate! xx

  5. Amanda McInerney

    October 23, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Chickens seem to have a surprisingly good memory Charlie. My son killed a sick hen in the coop because he didn’t want to cause her any discomfort by moving her and the rest of the girls wouldn’t go near him for weeks afterwards.

  6. Anna @ shenANNAgans

    October 24, 2014 at 10:00 am

    I do like the idea of fresh chicken, but not so great at actually meeting my dinner while it is still alive. I think it was the years spent on farms getting attached to my animals, and then finding out I had actually eaten them for dinner. Shudder!

  7. InTolerant Chef

    October 27, 2014 at 9:53 am

    So fresh! We used to name our boy cows things like Chuck, Stroganoff and Brisket. At least that way we knew their ultimate fate was our dinner plate, no matter how cute they were 🙂

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