Sunday Roast Chicken
A Kowalski Sunday tradition since before anyone can remember
There was always a chicken on Sunday. It didn't matter what else was going on — the season, the weather, who was fighting with whom. The oven went on at two o'clock and dinner was at five. We never questioned it. We still don't.
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5 recipesSunday Roast Chicken
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