Last night at dinner we at two chickens that (used to) live on my friend Zeynep’s mom’s property in Bodrum (including one that is not pictured here because it was too hideous to photograph). I saw them strutting around the garden on Sunday and already there was talk of eating them. By yesterday morning they were gonners. They were cooked with oranges, apple juice, and spices and served with an incredible pilaf and the best zeytinyağlı enginar (artichokes in olive oil) I’ve ever eaten. I have to admit, even though one of the chickens was heinously ugly, it was, nonetheless, delicious.